Chen Yang watched Li Yadong, who was choking on half a baozi, and said with a faint smile, "They say a meat bun thrown at a dog will never come back. Today, I've really seen it happen."
That half baozi was precisely the one he had just taken a bite of and then thrown out.
Seeing Li Yadong unable to breathe, the garishly dressed woman beside him became anxious and started patting his back, "Yadong, are you okay? Don't frighten me."
Noticing Li Yadong's eyes were beginning to roll back, Yang Xuewei also became worried and said to Chen Yang, "What should we do? If he chokes to death, you'll have to go to jail."
"Don't worry, it's nothing," Chen Yang said as he took another bite of the baozi and then stuffed the remaining half into Li Yadong's open mouth.
With a gulp, the baozi lodged in Li Yadong's throat went down, and now he was biting on the baozi that Chen Yang had just thrown at him.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
