"Granny, can you move your face away a bit? In the dead of night, catching sight of your face by the moonlight..."
"Slap!"
Before the waiter could finish his sentence, Granny Meng's withered palm imprinted on his face.
"Hiss, Granny why did you hit me?"
The waiter asked, covering his left face and looking up indignantly.
"Impertinent words merit a slap."
After saying that, Granny Meng glared at this insolent mortal with her cloudy eyes and then struggled to stand up straight.
At this time, in the Yixiang Building before her, a night-shift runner started shouting through the door panel to the outside.
"Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night, making a ruckus at the entrance of my Yixiang Building? Careful, or I'll call the authorities."
Behind her, on the street.
The landlady came hurriedly with several cooks and helpers carrying kitchen knives and clubs.
"Little Stool, are you alright?"
"Who dares to run wild at my Yixiang Building!"
