As a super job holder juggling multiple roles, Li Xin needs to squeeze in time to write articles. Thanks to meddling by those busybodies, he lost his chance to mooch off food and drink at the Canon Law School. He went to Old Morton's stall as usual to sort it out.
He barely sat down and noticed the boss's Parkinson-like hand, quickly shouting, "Old Morton, your hand's shaking, have Little Morton add more meat for me!"
This is something that must be emphasized; otherwise, a shake could halve it, another shake would leave just a thin layer, looking large in area but floating, not sure how this skill was developed.
Little Morton nudged his grandpa, Little Morton likes Li Xin a lot and added quite a bit for him, personally bringing it over, whispering, "Grandpa also made meat scraps."
"Well, Old Morton's sneaking a trick from me, giving so little, not generous at all," Li Xin laughed.
