"Who the hell bought the mooncakes!" the mean auntie was getting a bit hot under the collar.
Xie Xieya pressed her palms against her black pleated skirt, which draped over her thighs, stood up apologetically, and gave everyone a bashful half-bow.
"How about," she suggested softly, "everyone takes out a loan from me?"
The crowd hadn't even come to their senses when the Illusory Smell Author banged the table with a loud thunk.
"Bullshit!" he stood up, "Did you see what it says on the back? 'The mental hospital is not above the law!' You want to set up a loan sharking business? Dream on!"
"Redo it!" Elder Bahe raised his arm.
"I'm okay with it, but if everyone thinks we should draw again, then I have no objections," said the real estate auntie.
People clamored for a redo.
"Hmm, I also think it's better to draw again," said the black-haired girl in uniform, timid yet understanding, "If I draw snacks I don't have later, I can also ask to redraw them."
