Ji Nuan knitted his brows in thought, covered the pot, and looked at Ge Xing: "Uncle, it looks like we have to take some risks!"
Ge Xing's eyes brightened, looking at Ji Nuan full of anticipation: "Cub, do you have a good idea?"
Ji Nuan flashed a smile and said, "Whoever lives by the mountain, eats off the mountain; whoever lives by the water, eats off the water!"
Ge Xing scratched his head, baffled, "What on earth are you talking about? Can we eat mountains or water? Ji Nuan, have you been so obsessed with food that it made you go insane?"
As Ji Nuan walked into the tent with a pot of noodles in hand, Ge Xing hopped with urgency behind him, "I say, can you leave a bit of your noodles for me?"
Ji Nuan looked back at the humongous porcelain bowl in Ge Xing's hand, which was larger than his face, and decisively spun around: "You better go back and eat the delicious purple fruit rice and stir-fry meat."
If you dip into that large bowl, we'll only have soup left.
