Cui Yu reminded, "The dumplings are out, but there's still chili oil on the clothes."
Wang Longlong paused, "No way, oil is tough to get out of clothes. Let's wait until things cool down a bit and we'll come clean to her, and if we really have to compensate, we'll just pay."
Cui Yu didn't want to lose money. His weekly allowance wasn't much, and there were better things to spend it on than throwing it away.
Cui Yu racked his brain suddenly had an idea:
"I have a way!"
Wang Longlong asked, "What way?"
If he didn't have to compensate, he didn't want to.
Cui Yu said, "The hat has chili oil on it, but oil stains can be washed off. If we secretly wash it off, doesn't that mean we don't have to mention it?"
Wang Longlong spread his hands, "How do we wash? We don't have the tools, and the clothes are still on her."
Cui Yu conceded, "True."
It's a genius idea, but impossible to execute!
Ma Shicheng marveled at his wild idea and provided information:
