"Prefect Liang, during the scorching summer heat, sweat flows like rain. You should pay extra attention to washing and changing your clothes frequently. It doesn't matter if you can't smell yourself, but if you stink up the place for others, that's your fault," Bai Yinbin spoke earnestly.
"Get lost! I take three baths a day, cleaner than you!"
"Ashui, right behind the government office is our grand bathhouse. It's been built for half a year now; you should go. You may not smell it yourself, but you do have a strong odor. Time for a wash," Ran Zhongyi agreed.
"I'll call someone to change the water," Bai Yinbin volunteered, raising his hand.
"Go on, then, are you eating or not? Can't shut your mouths with these freshly baked pastries, can you?"
"No, we won't eat them. They've all gone bad, sour as hell, not tasty at all."
Xiang Fangsu shoved several into his mouth, bulging his cheeks, and pushed the empty box forward.