"Be at ease… at ease my ass!"
In the lounge of the ground floor, the hotel owner spat at the experts talking in the TV and ranted, "It's November now—WINTER, and the average temperature is still
"Shut your big mouth! I see you're giving me a lot of attitudes lately, what do you think you're doing?" his wife scolded him.
"Whatever, I'm so fed up!"
"Then get the sh*t out of here! Go back to the hometown!" the wife chided him again, then put a piece of meat into the bowl of their kid, who was burying his face in his food and eating in silence.
