Tang San looked at the two marks on her butt in the mirror.
One read "Quality Inspection Passed," the four characters arranged in a rectangle.
The other read "Mubai's Treasure," the four characters arranged in a square.
Tang San clenched her fists tightly.
"Dai Mubai!"
"You've got a death wish!"
"You actually left marks on my butt! Were you afraid I wouldn't notice?"
Tang San sprang out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, washing herself over and over.
But no matter how she scrubbed, the eight large characters would not fade in the slightest, as though they had been tattooed there.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Tang San looked toward Blue Silver Weasel, almost pleading for her to think of a solution.
"Yu Xiaogang will be here soon. If he finds out about this, won't I be finished?"
Blue Silver Weasel glared at Tang San.
"You deserved it."
"It serves you right. I told you to leave, told you to leave, but you refused. Who can you blame now?"
Blue Silver Weasel, Liu Ruyan, felt somewhat guilty as well.
She had said that rice wine was harmless, yet it had caused trouble for Tang San.
But as long as she said nothing, it was Tang San's fault.
After all, she could not possibly be wrong.
"Why not cut off the flesh on your butt? If you cut it off, the marks will be gone."
Tang San hurriedly shook her head.
"That's impossible. There's no way I'm cutting off my own flesh."
Blue Silver Weasel, Liu Ruyan, pondered for a moment.
"I seem to know a little about this."
"The stamps on pork are made with some kind of protein enzyme."
"Or maybe they'll disappear after a month."
"As long as Yu Xiaogang doesn't find out during this time,