Cheng Dongfeng was a little apprehensive. He tugged at his own sleeves with his fingers as if there was no other place to put them and appeared no different from a grade-schooler who made a mistake, stiffening as he said, "Why the sudden visit, Grand-master Jiang He?"
Then, he suddenly grinned broadly and said, "You should have called me ahead so that I could make preparations and treat you to dinner."
Hah!
Jiang He sneered and said, "You've always valued money as much as your life, and could not bear to spend even a quarter of a penny. Your treat?"
"Who said so?"
Cheng Dongfeng vowed solemnly, "You've raised me well, grand-master. So what if I treat you to three or five dinners, let alone one?"
