"Brother Hu, what are you busy with?" Leaning against the wall, Tang Xiaoquan slowly sat down, trying his best to keep his body out of the scorching sun.
"Sharpening a knife," Hu Xiaodong replied casually.
He raised the cleaver in his hand and looked at it from side to side under the blazing sun. Seemingly not satisfied with the result of the sharpening, he put it back down and continued to grind it with the whetstone.
"Haha, Brother Hu, take a break. It's noon, the sun is at its highest. Look at how sweaty you are, be careful not to get heatstroke," Tang Xiaoquan said, showing a worried expression, sounding a bit like a nagging mother.
Hu Xiaodong shook his head nonchalantly, his gaze fixated on the cleaver in his hand: "It's fine, once I've taken good care of it, I'll go rest. Otherwise, this guy will get temperamental with me, and I definitely don't want any mishaps when facing enemies in life-or-death situations."
