The Drunken Flower Pavilion and the Benevolent Temple

"Good grief! That wretched servant! I'm busy with important business, and he's off enjoying himself." Master Yu grew angry and called loudly toward the inner hall. "A-Wang! A-Wang! Get out here this instant!"

In no time at all, A-Wang came rushing from the back hall to the front, clutching his waistband, hair in disarray. Right behind him was a fat, dark-skinned young woman, chasing after him and calling, "Sir, don't go! I haven't had the chance to properly attend to you yet..."

"Master, run!" A-Wang cried in alarm. He paid no heed to Master Yu, who stood frozen in the front hall, and ran straight out of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, holding up his trousers. He kept muttering, "That scared the life out of me..."

Only then did Master Yu come to his senses. Pointing at the fat, dark-skinned young woman leaning against the doorframe of the Drunken Flower Pavilion and stamping her feet, he looked at Madam You in disbelief. "Your Drunken Flower Pavilion actually has women like her?"

Madam You spread her hands and replied with a helpless look, "Master Yu, you only paid two taels of silver. This is the sort of girl you can afford..."