"Great, godfather once took me and Niuniu to Sishui and we had donkey meat stuffed buns. With every bite, the oil filled our mouths, and the taste was so delicious words can't describe."
Before Su Qingluo could answer, Shitou's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Alright, let's not talk about your glorious history, I bet the money you used to buy those buns was stolen."
Wang Meng enjoyed the cool mountain breeze, feeling refreshed, and had the mood to banter with him, teasing him on purpose.
"So what if it was stolen? That's my skill. Why don't you try and see if you can do it too?"
Shitou was not ashamed, but rather proud of his response. He puffed up his cheeks and retorted. He thought of his godfather, the master thief, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes, quickly disappearing.
"I don't have that hobby, and I don't want to learn that kind of skill."
Wang Meng snorted through his nose and rolled his eyes at him.
