"I want to eat skewers... I need skewers... BOO HOO HOO... I want skewers..."
Later on, it was all snot and tears, crying like a fountain. "I want skewers... If there are no skewers, I'll commit suicide..."
Wan Donglin was utterly dumbfounded. My God, so this is what a drunk person looks like—truly a shameful mess. I'll never become a heavy drinker again; it's just too ridiculous, he thought to himself.
"Where are the skewers? Without skewers, I'll definitely commit suicide..."
He asked curiously, "How will you commit suicide?"
"I'll buy a block of tofu and smash myself to death... BOO HOO HOO..."
I wish I could capture this disgraceful behavior of hers, he thought. But before he could grab the camera, she sobbed even louder, "Skewers... I need skewers..."
He couldn't take it anymore. "Alright, alright, I'll go buy some skewers immediately."
