An Ning pointed a finger at the laughing Jiang Xia, wagging it twice, then shot him a fierce glare. These were the two most agile parts of her entire body.
"Hey," Jiang Xia said, "if you need to use the restroom, you'd better start heading there early."
Jiang Xia turned and ran, his movements absurdly practiced.
Sure enough, he had only run a few meters when An Ning threw a clod of dirt at him. But constrained by her sleeves, her first throw went wide.
Seeing the clod land beside him, Jiang Xia's laughter grew even more brazen.
"So long, Pot Spirit!"
Jiang Xia gave a salute and ran off.
An Ning muttered, "If I were a Pot Spirit, you'd be the first person I'd castrate and then pickle like sour cabbage."
An Ning had just finished muttering when An Guoqing came out. He'd only caught the last part of her sentence and asked, "You want to eat sour cabbage, sis?"
"I'll go tell Mom!"
