"Shut up." Master Qin shouted.
It's one thing for men to fight in private, but being beaten to the ground is nothing short of embarrassing and laughable.
"You two kneel here until you recognize your mistakes. And no one is to bring them food until they do," he commanded.
Wrapping up his declaration with a cough, Master Qin grumbled, "Dinner time, and I haven't eaten because of these two nitwits. Serve the food!"
With his command, the servants efficiently scurried to prepare. Located adjacent to the living room was the dining room. Earlier, Qin Zhiyou had been fine, but once the scent of food wafted in - it reminded him very much how hungry he was.
During his busier periods at work, he could withstand hunger for an extended period. However, right now, without any work, the hunger was indeed unbearable.
