For someone used to being frugal, everything unnecessary is "not needed," and any price higher than expected is "too expensive."
Frugality is a good thing, so Shen Hao never interfered with Xia Nu's habit, but he still kept his own opinion.
"You can paint murals?" The tangy flavor of the sour noodle soup completely relaxed Shen Hao, as if the taste buds were soothing away all the tension in his body. Plus, since the Black Beast Tattoo incident had temporarily been resolved, he finally had the leisure to chat with Xia Nu for a bit. Besides, he was quite interested to hear someone else's view on the tracings of the murals they'd brought back.
"Of course, Master! I was a talented painter in my tribe, lots of the clan murals were done by me. My dad was a mural artist, too—passed down all his skills to me. Hehe."
"That amazing? Then go ahead, tell me something."
"Sure! Which part does Master want to hear about?"
