"Make sure this bucket is sealed properly," Brother Nan muttered, carefully wrapping its opening with layer upon layer of cling film. "Otherwise, with all the jostling on the drive, the crayfish will be hopping about. If one accidentally leaps out, it'll find a corner to hide in—a crack you can't see—and starve to death after a few days. Then, when you come to drive the car, you'll smell a terrible stench. You'll search everywhere, searching and searching and searching…"
"Huai Xu has a very keen sense of smell."
"Don't interrupt!"
"Alright." Zhou Li paused for a moment. "Won't this suffocate all the crayfish?"
"What do I have these scissors for?"
"To cut the cling film."
"Can't they be used to poke a few holes in the cling film?"
"...I don't know."
"You, you... are such an idiot!" Brother Nan rolled her eyes at Zhou Li, thinking his low intelligence could potentially contaminate her gene pool in the future.
"..."
