There was a burst of laughter from everyone, and then a villager picked up a handful of seeds from the table, spread them out in his hand, and passed them to Xu Xin, saying, "Xu Xin, what do you call this?"
Taking a seed from his hand, Xu Xin cracked it neatly and ate the kernel, then tossed the shell back into the man's hand, and gestured with his chin toward the villager who had just pointed a finger, saying, "You two are cut from the same cloth!"
Everyone burst into laughter once again.
Being mocked by a fool is probably one of the hardest things to bear in one's lifetime, even if the person was only once a fool.
The two villagers who had asked the questions before were so angry that they cursed under their breath, and at that moment, Zhao Yang walked in from outside.
"Brother!" Yingtao saw Zhao Yang and was the first to greet him, while Zhang Xiuer's bright eyes remained fixed on Zhao Yang without blinking.