Mr. Bamboo stands at the shoreline all day, drinking in the wind and dew, ignoring worldly affairs.
Xiong Shan Monarch cracks his head battling wits over a few beehives, yet three strikes can't squeeze a fart out.
Auntie Lan spends her day looking in the mirror, painting her eyebrows and lips, as if she could paint until the end of time.
And Fire Child, that little brat, guards a pot of Guiyuan Soup simmering by the stove, claiming it's been simmering for thirty years.
Wow, thirty years ago, probably even his mom was still playing with mud, and he hadn't yet floated ashore and been found by his master.
Thinking about his master, Fang Qingzhu sighs; it's been ten years since she last saw him.
Word is she's determined to escape the prison of heaven and earth, disappearing into seclusion for long stretches at a time.
On the contrary, the elder sister often appears.
However, the elder sister is restless, always shouting about wanting to go into the sea to slay dragons.
