"Me? Lying? Hoho," Wu Hai was like a child. The moment he heard people questioning him, he started unleashing his temper. His "hoho" was completely laced with contempt.
"Explain then. Why are they clouds?" questioned the customer when he saw Wu Hai falling for reverse psychology.
One could not blame the customers for doubting Wu Hai. After all, Yuan Zhou was using his kitchen knife to sculpt curved lines again and again, and they did not look like clouds at all.
At times, Yuan Zhou would finish a curved line in one go, and at times, he would pause in between.
If one claimed that he was sculpting a continuous mountain range, it would be more believable. Since when had clouds existed in lines?
"Isn't that easy?" Wu Hai said, seemingly trying to ask if the customers were blind.
