Daya and her sisters, upon hearing their eldest aunt's voice, understood the candies might not be safe, especially with the presence of their aunt. The house already had a second aunt and a third aunt, which compounded the risk of losing the candies.
At the moment, they couldn't even bother to cry. They wanted to secure all the remaining candies and pastries, but a glance at the room told them it was futile. The room was so small one could spot a filthy spot immediately, and there wasn't even a mouse hole under the bed to use for hiding things.
"Hide them in the quilt. Qing always hides things in the quilt."
Siya remembered how Qing, like a magician in the stories, would pull out so many toys from the quilt and could even hide a clay jar in there.
Qing could still enjoy honey, but Siya had only tasted honey once. She dreamed about its sweet taste sometimes, and even in her dreams at night, she would smack her lips, imagining eating honey.