So Chen Nanxing considered her words for a moment, then quickly tried to defend herself. "Doesn't this just prove that the mountains and waters here are good for you? Look at that old lady—she's already so old, but she can still swing her arm and hit people with plenty of strength. The old ladies back home can barely manage a slow square dance."
Xu Hongdou saw how unconvincing Chen Nanxing sounded and rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Do you even believe that yourself?"
As Wang Yue and the two women chatted, two more young men hurried over. One was Xie Zhiyao, whom Wang Yue knew. He didn't recognize the other, but the man was wearing the same uniform as Xie Zhiyuan, so he figured he was a server here too.
As soon as they arrived, the two hurried over to help Xie Xiaochun pull Xie Zhiyuan away from Grandma Xie.
But Grandma Xie didn't stop what she was doing just because they tried to talk her down. She kept swinging the little wooden mallet in her hand.
While trying to intervene, Xie Zhiyao happened to glance over and spotted Wang Yue's table. His gaze was immediately drawn to Xu Hongdou and Chen Nanxing.
Xie Zhiyuan had been circling around Xie Zhiyao to dodge the beating, and just then he ducked behind him. Grandma Xie swung the wooden mallet several more times, but every blow landed on Xie Zhiyao's head. The clunks sounded almost like a wooden fish drum, and it was clear those blows had hurt.
Those few hits from the mallet snapped Xie Zhiyao back to attention. He hurriedly focused on stopping his grandmother. He didn't dare let himself get distracted again; her little wooden mallet hit far too hard.
Chen Nanxing watched the scene with a suppressed giggle, then