C1997 Jiang Daxiang

A clatter erupted from the kitchen, sounding like the shattering of bowls and chopsticks hitting the floor. Moments later, an elderly man burst out from the back, cursing under his breath.

"What the hell, Zhou Xiaoba, why the hell are you shouting like that?

I was just sneaking a taste of the new batch of wine when your yelling made me jump