He tugged at the corner of his mouth, seemingly intrigued, then nodded seriously:
"Yes. Answer that little question first, and later, your uncle will show you a performance."
Zhao Xifu paused, his smile widening genuinely:
"Whether you want to see it spilled or poured, you can choose, lad. Just answer the question as needed. That's the rule at Summer Insect Pavilion, always so... so... sss…"
The man dressed as a gray-robed shopkeeper stumbled over his words, seemingly unable to find the right term.
Zhao Rong came to the rescue, tentatively suggesting, "User-friendly?"
"User... friendly..." Zhao Xifu chewed on the word, his eyes lighting up, "Exactly! Our rules at Summer Insect Pavilion have always been this user-friendly!"
After speaking so freely, he couldn't help but pat Zhao Rong on the shoulder, giving him a big thumbs up.
Zhao Xifu gave Zhao Rong an appreciative look, remarking emotionally:
