Qin Guan threw his sleeves out and then took them back in his hands. Cong Nianwei thought he gave off a countryside vibe, but she had gotten used to his god-like presence on the stage.
Qin Guan was wearing a short robe, a pair of pants, and a square hat with bobbles. He opened his mouth and let out a clear, deep voice.
"I strode over to the Lantern Hall..."
His words were simple, and he spoke with an original Shandong Province dialect. He delivered his lines clearly, making it easy for everyone to understand.
"The cabbage lantern has curved leaves. The Chinese parsley lantern is a mess. The celery lantern looks like a steel saw. The spinach lantern looks like a bunch of swords."
Qin Guan was busy gesturing. There were too many things to show everyone.
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