"Ahhhh mo Fang" a shrill scream echoed out across the bustling street of the market area disturbing the early morning peace around the golden sea town market square.
"stop there for me, you bastard" the voiced yelled angrily
As smokes and sizzling sounds of the barbecued fishes and the sainted aroma of the culinary art diffuses and scattered in the air bringing delight to the traders and markets, at this harbor town. Two people could be seen running around the market area as people make way for them, some shaking the head and others giggling at the middle aged man misfortune, as he chased a kid in torn pants.
The kid was young boy of about 25 years old, the middle aged man keep shouting and coursing as he was lead around running through the market area, cursing at the youth to stop but only to be meet with the youth constant and annoying snare and hateful words.
"old man song… isn't it a barbecue fish from last week catch" the youth cursed in his breath without stopping in his sprint.
"why do you have to be so mean for these little peace of barbecue fish"
"i am mean?…." the middle aged man soddenly yelled furiously.
"you are the one who is mean, your ancestors are mean… you whole family is mean"
"hahaha" the sound of laughter never case to stop at the duo banter.
"stop there brat… and tell me how those fish look like the one's from last week"
"mo fang if you cant explain to me,… today hidden moon village would not contain the two of us" waving the large piece of wok at his hand while breathing heavily.
"old man song… drop that wok of your and I will stop for us to have a hearty and one to one conversation about these peace of fishes"
"old song isn't it just a bit of a fried burst arowana" mo fang take a peak quickly at the middle aged man closing in on him.
"why do you have to pursue me through out the market square.. if you don't stop I will definitely report to miss song" despite hollering at Mr song, mo fang dared not stop even for a second to catch his brat, as he was afraid of the enraged Mr song.
"i…. fuck you bastard" confused and flustered at the mention of miss song, the middle aged man looked troubled for a second, before furiously resumed chasing after mo fang, when he thought about the piece of fish he had stolen from him.
The barbecued fish was a rare species, the burst arowana which Mr song had secured with difficulty and had used all his craftsmanship in preparing it hopping to give it to one of his superior customer, hopping for a better market and opportunity as he was planning to move into town, the next month. At the thought of the fish being taken and his chance being missed, Mr song felt furious.
As the two keep running around the market square, some stall owners who seemed to be already familiar with them, could only giggle and sympathized with Mr song, at his constant misfortune in the hands of the little guy. Those familiar with mo fang antics would just allowed him to go, or would give him something once he was sighted near there stall, but Mr song hardcore personality always caused him to be in the hand mo fang numerous victims, standing out as the top 1 victims in the market square.
The market was well know among the villagers and also merchants and travelers who usually stop by in the town to relax or do business. The market also known as golden sun food market is always opened at every hours of the day.
smokes and aromas of foods, usually barbecued, fried or roasted fishes are usual sight in the market stall, almost all of the food sold in the market, are sea food with barbecue being the most popular dish type.
The golden sun food market signature dish is the golden fiery crab which has it only source at the coastal sea are of the hidden moon town. Due to the town being close to the sea and the usual golden glow of the ocean, almost all the town residence were fishermen or stall owners engaged in selling of fishes and sea-foods with few farmers mixing among them. The town was also known as golden sun town, a named derived from the phenomena of the sun image appearing above the ocean during the hours of the day.
"mo brat stop right there for me" Mr song hollard furiously as he panted heavily, weary and tired from chasing the slippery brat who keep weaving and dodging into stalls and shop like some sea eels, cursing under his breath Mr song panted heavenly as he bent leaning against a wooden pole to regain his breath, staring angrily at the back of the youth.
Mo fang was an orphan raised in the village by and old couple who used to be fisherman in their middle age in the past settling out to be farmers. Seven years after the couple took him in they meet with a terrible weather storm out on the sea, during which many fishermen lost their lives which include the two old couples.
Since their death, mo fang with his average and frail bode, has no one to relay on, except the occasional aid of the old couple friends, miss song. Without any one to relay on, mo fang picked up the old couple fishing equipment, only to his dismay of his terrible bad luck, for 3 consecutive years he was unable to make a single catch. Even when others of his age where catching,he always return with nothing but trash from the bottom of the seas and washed over corals.
With his youthful and adorable face, mo fang survived solely by snatching and taking food from the various elders selling at the market square, and thus was regarded as the mischief lord by those who have fallen victim to his mischief.
Despite mo fang mischief, the elders and people like him as he always help them with their work, when ever he has nothing to do he would come by and help the elders in dressing up fishes, or help in the farm, a place where his presence speaks volume of his dedication, utterly different from the sorry figure currently running with a fish in his hand.
After his years of mischief, mo fang have become an expert at escaping and slipping away from the angry hand of the elders. And although he had been seriously beaten by some of the elders who had caught him in the past, he did not stop his actions of snatching food from their stall.
By now only few stall owners would get angry at him or even dine to chase him through the market square, as they already discovered that it has become a futile effort to do so, at how slippery and dodgy he is.
"mo brat!!!" rising his voice Mr song hollered at mo fang who had also stopped in his step to catch and regain his brat.
"I have told you several times to leave my burst arowanas alone"
"hehe… Mr song.. grandma Lin has the best fried arowana in these area, you should patronize her and learn from her master craftsmanship" mo fang replied him appearing ignorant at his claim.
"yours is not compared to hers"
"since grandma Lin has the best burst arowana.. you should go and patronize her" Mr. Song said exasperatedly at the stinky brat without raising his head from his squatting position.
Once Mr song uttered that, the surrounding noise become quite and murmur and whispers began going about in silence, which Mr song failed to recognize.
"hehehe" mo fang giggled ominously as he took slow step backward.
"song chan… you mean he should be stealing grandma's Lin owns instead?" a voice quietly asked behind him.
"ehm" Mr song absent mindedly nod without turning to look at the owner of the voice.
"hehe.. old man song…. take care of yourself I would defintly see you later" suddenly mo fang zoomed away quickly fleeing the area as he distance himself far away from the panting fella… as if wanting to escape a great calamity.
"song chan… so you have been the one feeding, young mo with those strange and nasty ideas" a chilly and icy toned crept upon him asking in calm yet furious voice.
Feeling the chilly intent on his neck, Mr song shuddered as he finally regain his sense, recognizing the place he was standing was grandma's Lin stall, he felt chill and frustration raising building up in his chest.
As he recalled what he had said earlier, song chen terrimbled more from dread.
"ah damn brat…mo kid and damn I curse you to not have a wife in your stinky life" feeling anguished at the looming treat over his head, Mr song cursed as he felt the old human hand clamping his shirt tightly into bundle.
As he tried to loosen the old woman grip on his shirt before escaping away from this place. Grand ma Lin voice sounded again from behind him.
"Where the hell do you think you are going Chen?"
"And you stinky mo, get the hell back here now… otherwise I would send Lin haushen after you." Despite being old the granny's voice was very loud, reaching the the ears of the fleeing mo fang, who shuddered and increased his pace as he quickly disappeared from the market square.