The General brought back a woman who was soft and harmless in front of others, but bared her fangs to me behind the scenes. One day, the General came over and Green Tea slapped herself. Like a conditioned reflex, I fell to the ground, covered my face, and looked at the General with pear-shaped eyes: “It’s not Younger Sister’s fault. It’s my own carelessness.” Green Tea was confused: No, why did you say my phrase? Me: Ha! A little green tea is nothing.