Do you have to be so cruel?
He frowned in distress, looking like he wanted to cry but couldn't: "Old Ancestor, please stop playing with me. I really won't do anything to you. Don't try to find a knife here!"
Qin Shi Huang didn't know how to explain to Zhang Yuan that he actually looked for the knife because he wanted to hear his inner thoughts.
He pursed his lips, his eyes dark and deep.
However, he grasped a key point from Xiao Zhang's words just now, that dagger is a knife?
How come the knife is so small and looks so sharp, but it can't cut his neck?
After a moment's thought, Qin Shi Huang asked Zhang Yuan, "Xiao Zhang, you said that object was a knife?"
Zhang Yuan nodded and introduced it to Qin Shi Huang: "Yes, that thing is a fruit knife. I use it to cut fruit. I'll cut two for you to try later."
In order to wait for Qin Shi Huang to have dinner together, he was already hungry.
He didn't care about anything else at this moment. He stepped forward, pulled out a stool, and motioned for the First Emperor to come and sit down first.
"Grandpa, please sit down first. Let's eat first and then talk after dinner. I'm starving."
Qin Shi Huang looked over as he moved and saw something new and strange.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What is this? How do I sit on it?"
Zhang Yuan patted his head and said, "Yes, there were no stools in the Qin Dynasty, only tables and mats."
Tsk tsk, sitting cross-legged is so tiring, I wonder how healthy our ancestors must have been.
Don’t your legs feel numb when you work cross-legged and overtime every day?
Zhang Yuan looked at the First Emperor with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. He walked to his stool and demonstrated to the First Emperor how to sit down.
"Come, come, old ancestor, look at me...I am like this..."
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