Liu Bi!
Qiao Jingjing's tongue was tied in knots.
Sun Quan craned his neck and pricked up his ears to listen.
"Sister-in-law, it's Liu Bei! Liu Bei's name isn't Liu Bi."
Um?
Qiao Jingjing thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "You can also call him Liu Bi. In Sichuan dialect, you can call him Liu Bi, bì."
Sun Quan was from Jiangzhe, and the dialects of Jiangzhe and Sichuan are separated by Hunan and Chongqing dialects.
Sun Quan didn't understand.
Sun Quan didn't dwell on this.
"Sister-in-law, let's stop here. You're only allowed to be angry with me today, but not tomorrow! You're not allowed to be angry with me tomorrow, do you hear me? Ah Xiang and Liu Ji are already happily married. As for Liu Bei, I haven't let him off the hook either. I've done what you asked!"
When Sun Quan said this, his eyes were darting around.
Qiao Jingjing shook her head.
She didn't mean she was angry with Sun Quan; she meant that Sun Quan was drunk and should go home.
But Sun Quan thought that Qiao Jingjing's shaking of her head meant that she was still angry with him.
Sun Quan, feeling intoxicated, suddenly burst into tears.
Sun Quan lay there and cried his heart out.
Qiao Jingjing was at a loss when she heard Sun Quan's sudden crying.
Why are you acting like a child, crying so easily?
Qiao Jingjing raised her hand, which awkwardly hung in mid-air.
She wanted to pat Sun Quan on the shoulder.
But Sun Quan was quite large, and with a stone table in between, it seemed that her small hand couldn't reach him.
"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? Tell me what's wrong. Stop crying!"
Qiao Jingjing's small hand didn't land on Sun Quan's shoulder; instead, it slapped the stone table.
That slap turned Qiao Jingjing's hand red.
However, due to the effects of the alcohol, Qiao Jingjing did not feel any pain in her hand.
She even raised her hand and asked, "Oh dear, why has my stone become so soft? It's like cotton! Is this cotton stone?"
Sun Quan had already raised his head and was amused by Qiao Jingjing's appearance.
"Sister-in-law, you're drunk. This is a stone, not cotton. You're talking nonsense!"
Qiao Jingjing was still staring at her hand: "Nonsense! Of course I know it's a stone. Don't I know the stones in my yard? You're saying I'm talking nonsense? How much have I drunk? Compared to you, it's you who's talking nonsense."
My hands, though they were once iron palms used for driving tractors, farming, wielding hoes, and even going to laboratories! But ever since I came to Jiangdong with your elder brother, I've lived a life of luxury, practicing swordsmanship and martial arts with Lü Meng, Ling Tong, and you and Sun Yi.
Was that an ordinary slap? It was more than enough to smash a stone table! Clearly, this table turned into cotton under my force; it's a cotton table now! Tomorrow, you'll replace it for me tomorrow.
I want a granite table! No, no, no, I don't want a stone one. Stone is so cold. Look, if we were to chat here for a while, sitting on this stone would be as cold as ice. I want a wooden table. Don't tell me wooden tables will rot if they get rained on. I'll tell you about tables, stools, and gazebos made from treated wood. They're perfect for chatting, having a barbecue, or lying here and playing a little tune.
well!
Even if I tell you all this, you probably still won't understand.
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