Hearing what Manager Shang and Sun Jiaming said, Xiao Li was seething with hatred. He never expected Sun Jiaming to be so articulate. Aren't country bumpkins supposed to be unsophisticated? How was this one such an exception?
'No, the blame can't fall on me,' he thought. 'Otherwise, even if the manager lets it slide for my brother's sake, I'll still be in for a rough time.'
"I just said one thing, it's not like it was going to kill someone! Everyone knows it was a joke. Don't use that as an excuse! Besides, if she hadn't insisted on selling for eighty cents, and spouted all that nonsense about teaching our head chef how to cook... if she hadn't been talking so big, would I have cursed at her?!"
Xiao Li pointed at Gu'er. It was all because of this woman. If it weren't for her, the manager never would have come over. People like him never admit they're wrong; they always find fault in others.
"Was I talking big?"
