"What do you mean by that?" Seeing the prison chief about to leave, he grew anxious. "Come back here! Explain yourself clearly!"
"Santian, stop making a fuss. Don't you realize he's insulting you?" The skinny man standing next to him pulled him back.
Santian retorted, "Insulting me? Do you think my Chinese is terrible? Which word of his was an insult? This person is simply too unreasonable. I asked him a question, and he didn't even bother to answer. This doesn't seem like the land of propriety you all speak of."
"Oh, Santian, stop showing off your eloquence here. Haven't you come to your senses about our current situation? Whether we can leave here safely is another matter entirely, so why jump around making a fuss?"
"Hah, it's easy for you people to say. Even if we can't get out, shouldn't we at least try to comfort our stomachs?
"Don't your hearts stir looking at such good food and wine?
"We're already in this situation, so what's the harm in asking a few more questions?
