The door was kicked open, and the sight that met them was of a figure lying rigidly on the kang bed inside. The commotion did not wake him, and on top of that, he was snoring heavily, seemingly still lost in a drunken dream.
Wang Yongzhu charged in first, with Wang Yongping hastily following into the room, immediately met by the smell of alcohol.
Wang Yongping asked with puzzlement, "Could he be drunk?"
Otherwise, even the dead would have leapt out of their coffins with such a racket.
Wang Yongzhu sneered coldly, pretending to be drunk? Fine!
He turned on his heel, went to the kitchen to scoop up a ladle of cold water, and drenched Wang Yongan to the core with it.
In the chilly December, such a ladle of cold water had Wang Yongan howling as he sprang up from the kang, his whole body sopping wet, looking both pathetic and comical.
Standing barefoot on the ground, he wrung out his soaked clothes while bellowing, "What are you doing? Why did you splash me with water?"