In the Northeast dialect, there's a word for it: *zuō*. It means to willfully stir up trouble when things could have been perfectly fine.
For example, a mischievous child acting up and causing a ruckus? That's *zuō*.
And someone like Zhang Yuanmin, always full of brilliant schemes and clever ploys? That's called courting death.
No, scratch that. It's called courting a *spectacular* death.
Inside Zhang Yuanmin's house, Zhao Jun stared at him, dumbfounded and at a complete loss for words.
Just then, Yang Yufeng came in carrying a white porcelain mug. She placed it in front of Zhao Jun and smiled. "Brother, have some hot water to warm up."
Zhao Jun took the mug and was just about to thank her when he saw Yang Yufeng point at Zhang Yuanmin. "Can't you go one day without spouting nonsense? It's only been three good days; have you already forgotten how Xiong Ba dealt with you?"
