Like a fisherman showing off his catch, Lucian dangled the organs in the old man's direction.
"If you're hungry, you can eat this."
The old man ground his teeth, feeling an urge to beat up the smiling youth's face.
"Brat, has anyone ever said you have a punchable face?"
Lucian blinked, seemingly in deep thought for a moment.
"Now that you mention it, a few people have."
In actuality, the number exceeded a hundred thousand.
As the old man felt an ever greater urge to beat up Lucian, the latter, on the other hand, turned the rabbit on its chest, cut into its rectal area, and removed a few pieces of granule-sized poop.
The old man's face turned green, feeling the urge to vomit. He began wondering if it was the right idea when he expressed his willingness to eat the young man's food.
Ignoring the softhearted old man, Lucian walked to the tub and dipped his finger to check the water's temperature.
