Cha Qing remained impassive, stepping aside to let the person pass: "Brother Gongga, what brings you here?"
"Brother Cha Qing, my nose is even keener than a snowfield mastiff's. I just got back from outside, and it smelled so good in the brothers' room; it was like someone was hotpot-cooking, and my craving worms just couldn't help but show their heads, so I ran over to join the fun, bringing along a couple of bottles of fine wine. And look! Just as I suspected. I must say, enjoying hotpot is all about the lively atmosphere. What's with the secrecy? Stingy!"
Lifting a jug of wine, Li Gongga's face was exceedingly dark, his skin rough, with a flush on his cheeks and his two black eyes restlessly darting around within the puffy eyelids.
Cha Qing, half helpless and half amused: "We're strangers in a strange land, having lived here for half a year in Hantai Prefecture not knowing many people. We three brothers can only close our doors and drink a little."
"But you've got me!"
