Elyle's old face reddened, but he still turned his body away very cautiously from the Orc that was speaking to him.
While gulping down the dumpling soup with loud slurps, he didn't forget to retort.
"Why are you nagging me, why didn't you find a bigger Hard Fruit Shell yourself just now?"
The Orc's face turned dark, is it because I didn't want to find one?
Wasn't I just worried that if I returned late, there wouldn't even be scraps left?
The Orc approached Elyle, licking his face with a mischievous smile.
"Look, my Hard Fruit Shell is so small, not even half as much as yours. How about sharing some with me?"
Elyle stood up holding his own Hard Fruit Shell, his face full of wariness.
"Don't even try that, you think I didn't see? You just ate twice!"
After saying that, he didn't care about the heat and tilted his head back, pouring all the remaining dumpling soup into his mouth.
Watching Elyle wincing from the scald, the Orc hmphed, his eyes filled with envy.
