Xu Qingfan's home repair on the toilet was nearing completion.
He was holding the sink steady while the master plumber sealed the edges with a caulking gun.
Xu Qingfan watched the plumber replenish the sealant from a small red plastic bucket, and he couldn't help but doubt its reliability.
"It won't get moldy in the humid season, will it?" he asked.
"Young man, rest assured, this formula has been passed down from my grandfather. It won't come loose even after a hundred years!" The decorator felt his professionalism was being questioned and gave Xu Qingfan a disgruntled look.
"Alright, alright, please continue," he said ruefully, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to hold the washbasin steady.
After all, the monk might escape, but the temple won't. If it came loose, he'd be ready to fight back with a strongly-worded complaint!
