Having a Language Barrier is Downright Troublesome

"Erm... T-This is..." Looking at the cured dragon meat that Little Brother Zhang pulled out, Baiyi bit back the words that sprang to his tongue. Yeah, you can probably still call it meat jerky but will you look at the shining metallic sheen on it that reflects light? How is that possibly edible?

"I know, I know whit ye're aff tae say. A've actually given it a go whin I first git this," Little Brother Zhang said as he picked up the meat and smashed it forcefully on the rock wall--- a sharp jarring sound of metal friction filled the cave at once.

... W-Wait, is that sparks I see? Erm... Hello? I don't think this is safe for human consumption at all...

"A've decided tae forge this dried dragon bridie -- i mean, meat intae a dagger! Oh yes, a'm aff tae turn it tae become mah family heirloom 'n' pass it tae mah next of kin!" Waving the soon-to-be-dagger dried dragon meat in the air, Zhang Fah'n seemed to be very pleased with himself.