"Father, let's go down quickly!" The son suggested again. This time, An's voice was not loud, but it was full of determination.

"But..." He still couldn't find the reason for his uneasiness, and Huelva really couldn't make up his mind: "I think about it, let me think about it."

"What else do you think?" The son no longer cared about Xingzang, stood up and shouted loudly, "Are you afraid that the priest would be cut off and cooked? Then what's the matter with the dregs of Lautoka and the others? Do you put salt in advance for the meat? Will you put so much salt in cooking?"

"Don't be confused! Don't panic!" Huelva pulled his son down hard and covered his mouth: "The more time it is, the more you need to be careful!"

"Quick!" Looking down at the mountain, my son was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan: "Maybe there might be a slush in the pottery jar!"

"It's gone!" It's about food, and my father looked at it very clearly: "When I finally gave it to Bant, the clay pot was almost overturned, and I shook it several times before I could make up a handful of them."

"Then you can still flush the water! Even if we don't allow the pot to flush, we can still hurry up and divide the priest's bowl!"

"I know, I know! Didn't you see that no other place is moving? Do you think there are only two of us here? The priest below was shouting, lit cigarettes, and cooked... He must have attracted all the other companions! None of the other companions moved, there must be a problem!"

“What’s the problem?”

"Wait, wait a moment, let me think about it!"

"Quick!" Staring in the direction of the mountain, or rather, staring in the priest's wooden bowl, An wanted to have two small hands in An's eyes.
Chapter completed!