He extended a hand to Li Jincheng, who grabbed his arm to pull himself up and said, slightly annoyed, "You really talk too much!"
Yang Ge glanced at him and walked to the outer deck of the ship on his own. "I'm treating. What would you like to eat?"
Li Jincheng's eyes lit up, clutching his head as he followed Yang Ge's pace. "I have a headache..."
Yang Ge, furiously, "I already said I'm treating, are you still trying to scam me?"
Li Jincheng, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you. I want spicy fried kidney, stir-fried beef with green onions, and mutton cooked in a copper pot..."
Yang Ge walked ahead, picking up his pace.
The menu-reciting Li Jincheng hurried to catch up, shouting angrily, "Don't even think about skipping out on the bill!"
...
Li Jincheng feasted wildly upstairs in the main hall, while Yang Ge, wiping his hands, came from the backyard to the main hall, where the salted-fish patrons promptly invited him to join in throwing pots.