A Couple of Greetings, a Cup of Tea

"Sure, I shall roast it for you."

A stack of firewood and a fire soon blazed. The prepared wild rabbit was raised above the flame, slowly roasting. The aroma gradually wafted out.

"What flavor do you want? Cumin or hot and spicy?" Wang Yao smiled and asked the dog that was crouching to the side, its eyes staring fixedly at the roasted rabbit meat.

Woof, woof. The answering bark sounded displeased.

...

Down the hill in the village, in the house of the village's branch secretary.

"Uncle, you have to interfere!" a middle-aged woman wiped her tears and said.

Wang Jianli did not speak; he lowered his head, smoking and took a while before answering.

"You were in the wrong. In fact, you were bluffing them!"