The old geezer glanced at Crown Prince Mo with a harrumph before finding a rock to sit down on. "Humph, aren't you obedient, saying whatever you're told."
"You sly little lass." The old geezer rubbed his round belly and turned to look at Mo Lian. He acquiesced sardonically, "Fine then. It's not like this old man cannot afford to lose."
"Right, do you two have any dry food on you? Give it here to show your elder filial respect." Although he carried a lot of food with him, he didn't know how to cook!
Because of this, he had starved for a good two days. It really was tragic.
Mo Lian cast him a sidelong glance and tossed him a random bag of wheat cookies. He then pulled along his wifey to head for the small base.
The old geezer stood behind them and watched them with a meaningful gaze. He then dug out a cookie from the bag and chomped down on it.
