Qian Qianqian spoke with vivacity, "Humph, Liu Chunya, let me tell you, with your pig's brain, it's not just about having a home-cooked meal; even if you had a full Manchu-Han imperial feast, you wouldn't beat my idol Xia Chuyi in this lifetime, the next lifetime, or the lifetime after that!"
"You!!" Liu Chunya was so angry her chest heaved dramatically. "Just you wait, I will definitely surpass Xia Chuyi!"
"Oh, then do you dare to bet on it?" Qian Qianqian challenged.
"Bet? Let's bet!" Liu Chunya blurted out, "What's the bet?"
Hearing this, Qian Qianqian excitedly said, "Let's bet money! Bet ten yuan, if my idol surpasses you, you give me ten yuan; if you surpass my idol, I'll give you ten yuan, how about that?"
"Fine, if Xia Chuyi beats me, I'll give you ten yuan, but if I beat her, I don't want the money..." Liu Chunya's tone shifted, and looking towards Xia Chuyi, she said, "I want her to admit publicly that she is not as good as me!"