"Hey, Old Wang, did you finally get beaten up? How come there's such a big bruise on your forehead! It looks quite amusing!"
Bai Zhengxuan looked in surprise at Uncle Wang who was gnawing on a braised pork knuckle.
Uncle Wang's skin wasn't as delicate as a baby's; a light touch wouldn't leave noticeable bruises.
Now, his face still retained its usual cheeky grin, but a big bump was conspicuously swelling on his forehead, as if he had been hit by something thrown from a height.
Truth be told, Bai Zhengxuan felt it was unexpected, yet somehow within reason.
Driving like that every day, it's a miracle he just got hit now!
"It's nothing, just some mean person throwing a bunch of rocks at me! It'll be fine in a couple of days, a good meal of braised pork knuckle will take care of eighty percent of it, the remaining twenty will heal gradually!"
Uncle Wang wasn't at all fazed by the mark on his face, delightedly savoring the delicious braised pork knuckle in his mouth.
