"How do you think we can stop that idiot from building himself a snow house?"
Qin Xiao looked at the people not far away who were moving pots of snow, took a bite of the compressed biscuit, and said perfunctorily,
"Why don't you tell me."
Yu Zhiyuan stared at the other party pitifully while holding a cup of hot water that had just been heated.
Qin Xiao glanced at him and ignored him.
He continued to stare, and Qin Xiao glanced at him again.
Their eyes met for a while, and then they sighed. Qin Xiao shouted at the top of his voice to the tent next door, "Shen Yan! Idiot, I'm using you."
Build a house out of pots! "
The sounds in the next tent stopped for a moment.
"My pot!!!"
…
"... Qin Xiao, I seem to know what 'pissing off' is."
Qin Xiao swallowed the compressed biscuit in his mouth.
"... That's called rolling and crawling."