In the front yard, Lao Ha and the others looked at Zhao Guo'an, whose face was covered in rice grains, mixed with bits of meat and broth, all with faces flushed red, their shoulders shaking, clearly holding back painful laughter.
Zhao Guo'an opened his eyes, glanced over each person's face, and said coldly: "Since you're being unkind to me, don't blame me for being unrighteous!
Be careful when eating from now on. If you get a stomach ache, don't say I didn't warn you."
Having said that, he strode away.
Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering how they had been unkind?
Lone Wolf ran out with a towel, perplexed, "Where's Old Zhao?"
Xiao Feng patted him on the shoulder, feeling impressed, "You finally figured it out."
"Figured it out?" Lone Wolf was puzzled, "Figured what out?"
"Weren't you just cooperating with me on purpose?"
"No, I didn't even hear what you were saying."
"Then suddenly spraying Zhao Guo'an's face with rice..."
