The old Taoist immediately sat down on a chair, then solemnly said with a dignified expression, "Master Xie's Kung Pao Chicken is exceptional, just make that! Remember, I want it cooked with cashews, not peanuts!"
"Bah, cooked with cashews! Eat it if you like, otherwise, scram. Don't talk so much!" Auntie Pang put her hands on her hips and scolded.
"Uh... peanuts will actually do!" The old Taoist's voice softened immediately.
"Hmph!" Auntie Pang snorted, turned around, and left.
Old Xie's face once again displayed that peculiar smile, then he slowly turned around and headed back to the kitchen.
Watching Old Xie's retreating figure, a flash of brilliance appeared in the old Taoist's eyes, then he sighed softly.
After a lively sound of cooking, Auntie Pang brought a few dishes to the table, "Eat up!"
"Uh... is there any wine?"
Auntie Pang glared at him, but seeing the ingratiating smile on the old Taoist's face, she reluctantly stomped her foot, "You've got to be kidding me!"
