The powder entered their noses, and both of them started sneezing incessantly.
Their eyes turned red.
Yi Chichi observed their expressions and silently counted in her mind. When she reached five, the tall one started scratching himself like he was infested with lice, followed closely by the short one.
"Just what the hell is this... gosh, I'm itching to death..."
The sentence was so clumsily put together that, apart from expressing the itching, the rest was a complete muddle.
Yi Chichi understood, though. She smiled and said, "It's supposed to itch."
As soon as she said that, both of them glared at her, and the short one looked especially fierce, raising his hand to strike.
"I also have poison."
Their aggressive steps halted with her gentle threat, and the short one sat down on the ground in pain, scratching his face wildly and pleading, "Please, granny, we were wrong. Can you stop the itching?"
