But these weren't the most important things. Since x had asked for help, he must have been ready to face these challenges.
These issues were not for him to think about; they were for x to ponder on.
At this time, the aroma of grilled meat had already drifted through the air.
After a satisfying meal, Howard Lee took out a handkerchief to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth. After a pause, he said, "Even though you've given this grilled meat a profound meaning and elevated it to a height it doesn't belong to..."
"I still have to say, it's really bad-tasting."
"Fire Seed City is just next door. It wouldn't even take an hour to catch a chef."
"We wouldn't even have to do it ourselves. As long as we ask, the Second Generation Human Guardian would bring someone over."
"Alright, alright."
Scar Dog, having eaten his fill, lay in the chair, squinting for a nap, and impatiently said: "I'll catch one tomorrow."
At this moment,