Sun Yuncai is a typical old bull eating tender grass. When Qin Tian asked this, Sun Yuncai's young wife was shy, Zhang Runhao was embarrassed, but being the person involved, Sun Yuncai was surprisingly unfazed.
He looked at Qin Tian with a smile and asked, "Little Qin, do you think I'm not up to it physically?"
"Ahem... I'm just asking, haha." Qin Tian replied with a smile.
Sun Yuncai laughed heartily and said, "You're asking if I can handle it, so I can only answer you this way. Well, it's like playing mahjong: the more you bump, touch, eat, and less you shoot yourself in the foot, isn't it? Hahaha..."
After Sun Yuncai finished speaking, he hugged his young wife with a hearty laugh, while Qin Tian and Zhang Runhao were stunned by Sun Yuncai's high-flown analogy with mahjong, looking at each other in shock from Sun Yuncai's words.
More bump, more touch, more eat, less shoot yourself...
Damn precise!
