Heizi went to the kitchen, came out holding a small bottle, scooping a spoonful from inside the bottle, evenly poured it on Chen Liqiang's sleeve, and then took out a lump of dirty paper from his pocket, vigorously wiped it on the sleeve a few times.
Then Heizi said with satisfaction, "This is top-notch chilli oil. We only use the oil and not the chilli, so people will just think it's a bit dirty. Trust me, no one will figure it out. If you can't cry later, just wipe your eyes with this sleeve. I guarantee your tears will fall like rain! Remember it's this arm, don't forget. If you sweat on the road, remember not to use this sleeve. If you make a mistake, you're done ..."
Heizi said this obviously with deep feelings, but at this moment, Chen Liqiang was just staring blankly: "I use a handkerchief to wipe sweat ..."
