Yang Ge: "Stop dawdling, lead me to some good food already. I've been gnawing on dry rations for days, I'm about to taste birds in my mouth!"
Yang Tiansheng: "Come on, come on, let's go to my place. My mother's cooking is second to none... But who did you lose to in the end? You wouldn't have trespassed into Ziwei Palace, would you?"
He didn't mind Yang Ge's grubby appearance, and the two of them walked arm in arm towards the city, their light steps resembling schoolchildren returning home, much to the amazement of onlookers who gawked with wide eyes.
"Just talking about it annoys me!"