The argument temporarily subsided, and the group arrived at the village committee, only to find the broadcasting speaker broken.
"Oh no, oh no, this lousy speaker, it's already broken several times. Looks like we'll need to replace it with a new one." The village chief patted his forehead, looking distressed.
Sang Chuan suggested, "Village chief, why don't you think about which villagers love drinking? My dad might be there."
[If Sang Ning is the warm little padded jacket, Sang Chuan is the drafty pair of pants.]
[Professional at stabbing his dad in the back.]
[How is this behind-the-back? Did you forget the time he confronted his dad head-on and fought him?]
[LOL, the toughest thing on Sang Chuan is absolutely his rebellious streak.]
"Oh!" The village chief's eyes lit up. "You know what? Old Wang's family recently brewed some amazing corn liquor. The taste truly is top-notch."
Led by the village chief, the group charged energetically toward Old Wang's house.