In the courtyard of Yizhuang, Fan Xu squatted on the threshold holding a coarse porcelain sea bowl bigger than his face and ate his mouthful of rice. While he was trying his best to push it into his mouth, he didn't forget to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Weng Hong sat on the bamboo chair next to him with his legs crossed, a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and rolled his eyes: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! When we go down to Qifeng Mountain and encounter those unclean things, I will see if your body is fat enough to stuff people's teeth. I have heard that there are many evil spirits in that poor ravine."
"Tch, with master and senior brother here, what should I be afraid of if the sky falls and someone taller is holding it up?" Fan Xuhun didn't care, Hululu ate another big mouthful of porridge, "Besides, the deposit that old man Zhuo gave is only enough to buy a few kilograms of glutinous rice. You can't even get a good meal after traveling such a long mountain road, why don't you eat more now?"
