"Comrade Tang Xiaoquan, I know Wei Yang is quite skilled. If you want to eat, ask Wei Yang to cook privately for you later. For now, please put down your bowl and chopsticks and step onto the stage, okay?"
Feeling a real impulse to charge the stage and kick Wenquan Xin off it, Tang Xiaoquan listened to the constant teasing from Wenquan Xin, wanting to counterattack but afraid of Wen's potential reproach later.
Helplessly, he could only sigh lightly, then stand up and walk towards the stage.
Once on the stage, Wenquan Xin pulled Tang Xiaoquan to his side and pretended to interview him with a handmade microphone: "Comrade Tang Xiaoquan, how does it feel standing in this position for the first time to receive an unknown punishment?"
Raising a finger, Tang Xiaoquan tapped his forehead: "It feels great!"
"Oh, really? What's the meaning of that action?" Wenquan Xin mimicked Tang Xiaoquan, also pointing a finger at his forehead.
