"Go, go, go. I don't want to go to Yuan Zhou's restaurant today. Let's go to the roast duck restaurant over there. The Roast Duck Rice there is said to be very good." As soon lunchtime arrived at noon, Ma Zhida pulled Huang Ye out.
"What's wrong?" Huang Ye asked with slight puzzlement.
"Never mind. I just have an internal injury as I eat too frequently in Yuan Zhou's restaurant recently." Ma Zhida revealed a look of heartache and covered the region of the heart with his hand.
"Are the dishes not good? But I think they are very delicious. They don't give me stomachaches nor make me feel uncomfortable. Besides, didn't you often eat there before?" Huang Ye became more puzzled.
"An internal injury means internal bleeding and the internal bleeding means the wallet is bleeding. You understand now, right?" Ma Zhida touched his own wallet and said sadly.
