"Your nose must be playing tricks on you—do you want milk tea so badly that you're hallucinating? How could there possibly be the smell of milk tea here!"
"Don't deny it, I clearly smelled it! Search for it, I want to see your drawer, you must have hidden milk tea! What's that behind you, move aside!"
"Stop it, there's nothing! Don't tickle me!"
The director was defeated, collapsed on the ground in despair, his will to live all but gone.
The assistant director, having seen Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan, didn't bother with the director but transformed into a gentle big sister, squatting down and speaking in a voice as gentle as water, "Little Taotie, are you hungry? Milk tea won't fill you up. How about sister takes you for some snacks? I've made some baked cookies and sachima myself, I hope you'll like them!"
The director, who had been playing dead on the floor, perked up his ears, sprang up like a carp leaping out of water, and wanted to tag along too.
