The rivalry between the north and the south is indeed not limited to tofu pudding, zongzi, tangyuan, mooncakes, and the accompanying dishes of hot pot oil and sesame paste.
But no matter what you call it, for Comrade Fang Huai, it's all in a cinch, as you can witness his confident smile, the moment he locks eyes on Jiang Yonghui's hand gesture and makes his move, clenching his fist, he beats his opponent's scissors!
"Oh!"
The comrades from the north let out a sound of disappointment.
Okay, it's Jiang Yonghui's turn now.
Jiang Yonghui is ferocious. At the sound of the referee's command, he dashes into the blacksmithing area with rapid steps, picks up the sledgehammer, and delivers a fierce series of blows.
Onlookers from the north silently count for him, not giving the referee any chance to call a foul.
Very smooth!
The judge watches as his 50 rounds of hammering are nearing the end, quickly stepping back a bit!
