In the next two hours, the butcher and the cook's mouths didn't stop moving.
They only stopped when the sun was directly overhead, when it was time to eat lunch.
Can you imagine it?
Under the scorching midday sun, two greasy fat men, unafraid of heat, enduring hardship, and unfazed by dry mouths, sat with Bai Xiqin under the sun.
They were sweating profusely.
Speaking with such fervor that saliva flew, just a casual wipe across the face with their hand yielded a palm full of sweat.
They worked harder than pyramid scheme heads, were more eloquent than real estate agents, and more earnest than health product salespeople.
Their clothes were soaked, their faces as if smeared with oil.
Who knows if they were naturally oily skinned, or had been sitting under the sun too long, baking until oily...
Even a mouse would slip walking by!
Completely unafraid of heatstroke.
Across the table, Bai Xiqin could smell the odor emanating from them.
The pungency was indescribable!
