"Alright," Mu Hanyan flipped off the rock and descended with utter vigilance. She was actually getting a bit hungry.
"I still have one roast pig leg left, two portions of roast tendon, and oh, there's half a pig's head. What will you have, Brother Han Yan?" Mu Cheng pulled out a greasy pork feast and, like performing a magic trick, produced a gleaming half pig's head, asking Mu Hanyan solicitously.
"Forget it, I'll eat what I brought. You guys go ahead." Seeing his greasy hands, Mu Hanyan felt her appetite half disappear, and suddenly she wasn't feeling so hungry.
"Brother Mu, are you here to practice or to go on a spring outing?" Wu Qiuyun swallowed, unable to help asking.
"Haven't I said it already? With Brother Han Yan here, there's nothing to worry about. Just eat and drink well. Do you want it? I'll give you the pig's head," Mu Cheng said unconcernedly.
