Zhuang Zhixi said, "If you see it through, you'll lose your appetite for at least a week."
He was genuinely looking out for everyone's well-being. During the previous incident, for a whole week - an entire week - even the sight of sweet potatoes made him sick. And he wasn't alone in this; reportedly, every single onlooker on their street that day was affected.
During that period, everyone turned pale at the mere mention of sweet potatoes.
Poor sweet potatoes - what had they done to deserve such treatment? It was simply unfair.
Zhuang Zhixi felt that this time they absolutely couldn't let Grandfather do something like this. They could deal with Zhou Qun, but please, nothing involving sewage pits. In the height of summer, it would be even more unbearable than in winter. Zhuang Zhixi was literally begging from the bottom of his heart.
