Bai Beikeng got a thorough beating from Hun Tiangang.
Lu Chengwen said, "Senior Disciple Brother, Ritian, I'll keep watch here. You two go inside, scrub the Bronze Hot Pot, boil some water, and add the soup base. I'll watch this side. Once you're done, we'll have sliced lamb hot pot."
Hun Tiangang gripped Bai Beikeng's neck with both hands and shoved and yanked him back and forth. "You dare curse at me! I hate it most when people curse at me! How can you be so rude? And here I was planning to treat you to sliced lamb hot pot! Sliced lamb hot pot!?"
Bai Beikeng's tongue was hanging out from being choked. He pointed toward Lu Chengwen, meaning that Lu Chengwen was the one treating him to sliced lamb hot pot.
Hun Tiangang's hands never stopped. He gripped Bai Beikeng's neck and rapidly shoved him out, pulled him back, shoved him out, pulled him back... The rhythm was fast, and Bai Beikeng felt like his brains were about to be shaken smooth.
But such a minor task did not stop him from chatting.
Without stopping his hands, Hun Tiangang turned and asked Lu Chengwen, "Where have you brats been running wild lately? You never come visit me! Bronze Hot Pot, huh? Did you bring alcohol?"
"Xue Ning personally prepared the alcohol for you. Haven't they been coming to see you lately?"
"They have!"
Hun Tiangang said, "They come over to help me pull weeds, tend the land, that sort of thing. They even helped dig that pond."
Lu Chengwen nodded. "No one else has come by lately, right?"
"No. Just those wives of yours who keep coming around."
Lu Chengwen smiled. "Old man, which of your disciples' wives do you like best?"
"I like them all, but I'm too