Jun Wuyi's head shook as he broke into laughter. Beside him, even Little Yang Mo was laughing. Though he didn't understand the true meaning behind those words, the little rascal was aware that the combination of sliced potato and warm water wasn't delicious.
Tang Yuan wasn't just extremely fat; his memory wasn't that good either. He had forgotten the instructions long back. As a result, he wasn't left with much to go on. This section of the speech was a pure improvisation based on whatever little he could remember. Surprisingly, he had still managed a presentable performance. He was surely a very talented individual.
Fatty Tang was still speaking in an endless torrent. Young Master Jun was in no mood to listen to the speech again. He turned and smilingly looked at Yang Mo, "How's your mood, Little Miss Yang?"
