There's some truth to the old saying that accepting a gift makes you feel indebted.
Gazing at the empty stone pot and the scrawny female squatting beside it, a tiny sliver of Yuan Lang's long-dead conscience suddenly reared its head.
He reached out, sliced some meat from the huge slab in front of him, and tossed it into her stone pot. "For you."
'Don't get any ideas just because I ate your vegetable mush. I've given you something in return, so we're even now.'
But to his surprise, the female stared blankly for a moment before taking the chunks of meat out of her stone pot and placing them on the large leaf in front of them.
"I can't accept your meat. You might not know me, but I'm..."
Yuan Lang frowned, his gaze darkening as he looked at the female with the lion's-mane-like hair. "Frankly, I don't care who you are."
Wu Yue: "..."
'What the hell? Is that a look of suspicion in this Yuan Lang guy's eyes? What's his problem?'
