Dealing with the Wheat Spider

Zhou Jia smiled indifferently. "He just likes this liveliness! Let's go back and eat dumplings!"

"This taste is really delicious." Scribe Tu praised as he ate. He muttered to Mr. Qian, "Ever since I ate at Sir's house, I've gained more than ten catties. I'm now worried about where I'll eat after Sir gets promoted!"

Mr. Qian smiled and said, "That's still too early! But we'll make plans when that day comes. I'll follow Sir wherever he goes!"

Scribe Tu glanced at Mr. Qian and said enviously, "Old Qian, you're so carefree. I wish I could do the same."

"Sigh." Mr. Qian sighed. "I'm alone and don't have anyone to worry about. I'm different from you!"

Scribe Tu smiled and said, "We're both old widowers. How are we different?" Mr. Qian thought about it. "Yes! Two old widowers."