Me: at the Beginning, I Didn't Drink Meng Po Soup

Po Meng read this sentence over and over again, and Jia Shuai's arm also lifted up little by little. The porcelain bowl has already reached Jia Shuai's lips. Maybe as long as Meng Po reads it again, Jia Shuai's hand holding the bowl will turn towards him, and then a bowl of Meng Po soup will be drank into Jia Shuai's mouth. Looking at the porcelain bowl leaning against Jia Shuai's lips, Po Meng smiled. Just as he was about to recite it again, the ghost of a strong man behind Jia Shuai finally couldn't wait any longer. He raised his foot and kicked Jia Shuai. Jia Shuai received a kick from the strong man. The porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and his body flew up, heading straight into the Wangchuan River. Jia Shuai, who was flying into the river, could still see the resentful look on the strong man's ghost's face, as if he was blaming Jia Shuai for wasting too much of his time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.