While he was out hunting, Little Fatty must have set up a tiny kitchen for himself more than once.
Using Little Fatty's name to ask for something had a higher success rate.
"Little Fatty doesn't even drink tea," the old man flatly refused, saying, "Give him a bottle of frozen Coke, and he'd be happier than if you brewed him a pot of fine tea."
"We didn't like tea before because we hadn't had the good stuff. From today on, I'll strive to improve Little Fatty's taste," Tang Fei said, his eyes wide with deceit. "You know, Little Fatty isn't getting any younger and still doesn't have a girlfriend..."
"I think the main reason is that the girls up on New Star find him too country. After all, he's from the Old Land..."
"Bullshit," the old man cursed at the drop of a hat. "Is it because he's country that he can't find a woman? It's because he's fat."
"You're from the Old Land too, so how come you're not country? How did you manage to find a girlfriend? And even a princess at that..."
