Five hundred Guo Jing
"Five hundred Guo Jing or five hundred Huang Rong, which one do you choose?"
"If you're sick, I'll choose you?"
"Give!"
"Then choose Huang Rong! Which version of Huang Rong is it?
"There's all the version."
"What version is there?"
"There are all kinds of versions."
"I choose Guo Jing!"
The sky was vast and wild, and Zhou Yu came back from the grassland with five hundred wooden lumps.
"How to solve this problem of eating?"