After vomiting yellow bile and then green, bitter fluid followed by salty water, until there was nothing left in his stomach to vomit, Li Banfeng staggered to his feet from the ground.
The record spun on the tray, and the Phonograph hummed softly, "My lord, why must you fight such a bitter battle?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "Winning means it isn't bitter. Madam, please tidy up our home. I shall return shortly."
"Where are you going again, my lord?"
"To buy vegetables."
"Little Servant is not hungry today. Please don't go, my lord."
Li Banfeng was startled. Looking at the Phonograph, he said, "Feeling sorry for me?"
The Phonograph coyly replied, "Little Servant cherishes my lord at every moment."
Li Banfeng smiled and left the Portable Residence.
The needle of the Phonograph gently swayed, as steam slowly spewed out.
This is someone who can achieve great things.
...
Li Banfeng arrived at the helm platform's main hall to find the tea on the ground had dispersed.
