"Can't you eat the 'duck' you mentioned?" He was puzzled.
She was a bit troubled, "Saying you can't eat it isn't right either, you can. It depends on how you use the term 'eat'."
"I don't understand…" He truly looked baffled.
She explained simply, "You have prostitutes here, right? In modern times, it's just the antonym, except that 'ducks' are male."
"…" Now he seemed to understand what his wife was saying, and discontentedly pinched her, fuming with rage, "Wife, you actually want me to sell my body?"
He pinched her without causing any pain, and she glanced at him, "Third brother, with your thick brows and tall nose, and a face so handsome, plus you have the power to infuriate the dead back to life, I believe if you were willing to 'sell,' many girls would be willing to pay a high price for you."