"Damn, I just flipped all the pots in the Nanjing Canteen."
Zhou Li sat cross-legged on the bed, his posture as arrogant as a cavalier, not forgetting to boast about the glorious past:
"They had to show off, claiming that a man from Nanjing is a true man, and the canteen's food is something I, a country bumpkin from Beiliang, had never seen. I rushed into the canteen and smashed their damn pots, leaving those Nanjing lords furious. About ten people wanted to beat me up, chasing me for more than ten miles, but what was the use? None! It was like walking dogs with them! After running dozens of miles, they all collapsed on the ground like dead dogs, and I wasn't even red-faced!"
"That's some bull."
Tang Wan also sat cross-legged on her own bed, showing off her fair little legs, her eyes shining brightly, "So in the end, did you fight them?"
"Nope."
