He had often been reprimanded by Brother Tian for his swordsmanship, but he knew that none of those lessons had been delivered with real anger. However, the lesson he was receiving now was definitely given in a fit of rage, as the more than two hundred pounds of him stood frightened stiff, not even daring to breathe heavily, his pitiful appearance making Brother Tian hold his forehead.
"Alright, alright, stop playing the pity card!" Brother Tian chided lightly, "I didn't create this thing to start a business, but if you want to try your hand at it, I can give you the recipe. You can weigh the options and run it yourself. Just don't stir up the chefs at Yunlai Inn—those people have families to feed. If they stray off path, they could ruin everything!"
