"Mr. Wang Jiu, please, you must listen to my explanation. This is all a misunderstanding. I truly meant no disrespect to you. In my heart, you will always be that mentor who disciplines me lovingly... oh, no, with a strict adherence to the Heavenly Way, in the Sword Cave."
In the Forest District, Li Chaolu, with a face full of sweat and cheeks flushed red, walked beside Wang Jiu, earnestly explaining, "And what they called 'meat-wen' isn't what you think; it refers to rich content and well-developed characters, like a fine work akin to frost-dropped beef. Of course, I don't dare say my work is that good; it's just a few casual strokes in my spare time..."
Shen Qingming interrupted bluntly, "Stop explaining; your nonsense isn't fooling even me. How do you expect to deceive Ah Jiu? Hmph, do you really think we don't know what 'meat-wen' is?"
Wang Jiu asked, "What is 'meat-wen'?"
