Zhou Xuanzheng was meditating, gathering the Wish Power of the common folk in Mingjiang Prefecture to make a wish on the Will Heavenly Book, but beside him, Zhao Wuya was imagining "pig ears" and "pig hooves."
The problem is, Zhao Wuya didn't have any meat in his hands. He was just mimicking the act of putting imaginary food into his mouth, like "hooves," "pig ears," "fine wine," all conjured from his imagination—just for fun.
"Ya Zi... Master Wu Ya... can you settle down? You've been doing this imaginary performance all night."
Zhou Xuan couldn't help but complain.
"How is it called a performance? At least now my stomach feels full, as if it's brimming with oil and water."
Zhao Wuya patted his belly, indicating he really felt satiated.
Yun Ziliang, impatient, said: "Ya Zi, next time when you brag, don't go overboard. Just boast about having a little pig's foot and call it a day. Stop pretending about pig ears and fine wine, or you'll surely brag yourself into gaining weight."
