Grandmaster

Zuo Wugang lay by the pool, retching and vomiting. He had washed himself more than ten times with jasmine-scented Imported Soap, yet he still felt the stench clinging to him.

Tan Jinxiao had left. Since Zuo Wugang would rather die than yield, today's contest of words had ended without a result. The two had agreed to settle it tomorrow.

They had all eaten their fill today. How were they supposed to keep fighting afterward?

This was not merely a matter of disgust. If Tan Jinxiao truly struck to kill, one mouthful of old phlegm could smother Zuo Wugang to death.

Bai Shou Lian urged, "Master Zuo, don't get worked up. Let's go find Seventh Master and discuss what to do about this!"

Zuo Wugang sighed. "We signed the contract, and Seventh Master already gave us the land deed and house deed. Would it be proper for us to go looking for Seventh Master now?"

Bai Shou Lian said, "What other choice do we have?"

Zuo Wugang walked from outside into the house, then from the house into the back kitchen.

Cao Zhida snorted and said to Zhen Jincheng, "See that? Master Zuo is pacing in circles again."

After all this time, Zuo Wugang still had not changed that habit. He simply could not make a decision.

After pondering for a long while, Zuo Wugang gritted his teeth. "I'll go beg Seventh Master for punishment. You all stay here and watch the business."

Bai Shou Lian said, "Master Zuo, I'll go with you."

"Don't go. This isn't anything good, and besides, our restaurant can't do without someone at the stove." Zuo Wugang meant well. He feared that if Li Qi laid blame, Bai Shou Lian would be implicated as well.

But Bai Shou Lian felt that this was not Lao Zuo's