Heaped with barbecue doused in three-times-extra chili sauce, polar surf clams sushi with more wasabi than rice, stir-fried noodles that looked as black as charcoal—a whole row of these 'gourmet dishes' were laid out in perfect order before Officer Ma, all courtesy of Subeditor Ren, under the guise of filial piety.
Officer Ma felt downright uneasy, and quietly leaned over to his wife, whispering, "Honey, what did I do to piss off this auntie today?"
"No idea… How about you just eat a bit? I brought Baoji Pills, you should be fine…"
Officer Ma swallowed hard… Is this gonna kill me? Will it kill me? Is it really going to kill me?
So Officer Ma shuddered, took a gulp of water, and decided his way out would be through Luo Qiu. Putting on an awkward grin, he said, "So, Luo Qiu, you've been wandering around all afternoon. What do you think of the Baiyu Cruise? Sure, it's a little old, but it's not bad, right?"
"Not bad."
