But how was he supposed to handle these matters? Not only did he fail to place the wood charcoal properly, but he also caused it to collapse all over the place.
The dark wood charcoal dirtied the light-yellow embroidered surface of Xiang Chun's shoes, infuriating her to the point of cursing out loud.
"Which family's charcoal delivery are you? How can you be so stupid? You can't even place charcoal properly; you might as well quit this business."
Back then at Qi Mountain, it was this girl who chased him with a broom. Lun Yu's mouth curved into a smile as an idea came to him, and he quickly said, "Oh dear, Miss, listen to you! We run a small business, barely making a living. If I don't do this, I would starve. Let me wipe your shoes for you."
With his hands covered in black ash, he grabbed Xiang Chun's shoes and vigorously wiped, only making them dirtier until their original color was unrecognizable.
