"Old thing, badmouthing me while I'm away!"
Mr. Shan came out from behind the house, tying his pants cord.
Li Sanjiang: "What, did I say something wrong?"
Mr. Shan: "It's that the two jars of wine at your place have cracks, the killing air of the wine has leaked out quite a bit, that's why I said it doesn't taste pure!"
Li Sanjiang replied irritably: "When you didn't have money for food and had to gnaw on sweet potatoes, you weren't this picky."
Mr. Shan: "You..."
Li Zhiyuan asked: "Grandmaster, is there anyone else at home?"
"Anyone else? No, everyone is here. Oh, but I did hire a hand, she's really good at making paper crafts and very diligent, she even helps me read letters and write replies.
Her surname is Xiao, called Ying Hou."
"Where is she then?"
"She took a leave last night, said there was something at home, went back this morning, and will come back in a few days after handling things."
