When he passed the Zhenkou Tavern, the people inside were blushing because of a gambling game that was used to relieve boredom, even though the stake was only a glass of crude homemade rum.
The only owner and waitress of the tavern, Jasmine Jasmine, was giggling happily beside her, even though the gentlemen were betting on her towering breasts: which hemisphere was bigger, left or right. After spitting at them, Jasmine rubbed her hands on her linen apron, picked up the basin and went out.
