The two men's hair was a mess, as if someone had yanked on it.
Sitting by the hot pot, the two old men stared intently at the pot before them.
Most of the beings here might not know what this was, but these two old men did.
You could tell from their clothes that they knew about human society.
Beach shorts, flip-flops, and hair like a bird's nest.
"It smells so good! Old Snake Freak, you're not fighting me for it this time! Or else I'll peel off your snake skin!"
"Why should it be yours? Finders keepers! Anyone who sees it gets a share! You think I'm afraid of you?"
The two men glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
But the two of them didn't seem to notice the owner of the hot pot.
Wen Ying sat to the side, took out a pair of chopsticks, and ate a slice of beef, followed by some cilantro. Then, she contentedly watched the two old men argue, not saying a word.
