[he follows the dripping jam with his eyes. please . . . not the floor.]
Peddling Qian Cao Peak's melon seeds has been a side business of my An Ding Peak in recent years. They're cooked red on the outside and golden yellow inside, and taste quite good.
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Peddling Qian Cao Peak's melon seeds has been a side business of my An Ding Peak in recent years. They're cooked red on the outside and golden yellow inside, and taste quite good.
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slowly, oozingly
on to the floor.]
What do you mean, "melon seeds"? You can't eat melon seeds!
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You can. In fact, they're perfectly healthy for you.
[then he crouches down to wipe off some of that jam.]
I'm just going to clean this up.
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No, you're supposed to spit them--
--Huh? What are you doing?
[WHY ARE YOU UNDER THE TABLE NOW]
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Ah, I'm only wiping away the excess jam that dripped onto the floor from the table. Staining the floor of a great god wouldn't be good.
[even if he has to get down on his knees and scrub like a maid, he must.]
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naturally, it is dropping jam elsewhere, too.]
We can clean it up in a minute!
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with extraordinary patience, he turns around to clean that spot, too.]
Young man, there's no shame in eating what you want, where you want. But, at this rate, there won't be any jam left for you.
[please check your sandwich.]
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[he sweeps the sandwich back over to his plate, and starts voraciously devouring it.
he could've just added more jam?
but don't worry about it.]