The man's face turned deathly pale, clutching his injured hand, retreating wildly, speaking in accented Mandarin, "…You're an outsider bullying me, a local. Fine! You've got guts!"
"I won't be repairing the dam anymore. I'm taking my brothers and leaving!"
Song Song was full of questions. Repair the dam? What dam?
Wen Ziyue furrowed his brows, just about to chase after the man, when Di Wujiang called out to him, "What are you doing? Get back here!"
"...Yes!"
Song Song watched all of this, completely baffled! She wondered if she was in the wrong place?
Or maybe this man named Di Wujiang had picked up the wrong person?
Just as Song Song was puzzled, Di Wujiang walked over to her, looked at the half-cooked dishes in the pot, and the washed vegetables ready to be cooked, and said, "Just stir-fry these; save the rest for later."
Song Song replied blankly, "Okay."
