The next day, Chen the Third indeed arrived at the Song Family early.
Just as he parked his mule cart at the steps in front of the Song Family's main gate, Tian Sanbao, who was there to be punished, came along, dejectedly carrying a wooden signboard.
Upon seeing him, Tian Sanbao felt his scalp tingle, "You, you, you... Chen the Third, why are you here again?"
Chen the Third pulled a large piece of dried soy sauce meat from his mule cart, threw it over his shoulder, and sneered, "What, I come to Song Family and I have to check in with you? Who do you think you are?"
Tian Sanbao was so intimidated by his fierce glare that he shrank his neck, "No, just asking."
Chen the Third glanced at him and deliberately said, "Mr. Song invited me for a meal, I can't just eat for free, right? So I brought a piece of meat. Mr. Song didn't invite you for a meal, did he? Tian Sanbao?"
Tian Sanbao sighed, how could Mr. Song possibly invite him for a meal?
