He Qing stared intently at the two bears in front of her, her expression extremely dissatisfied. However, these two clueless black bears had no idea and were eagerly discussing how to pick out a truly authentic meal from the many tourists.
At the very least, the meat shouldn't have a strong gamey smell, something the taste of Inner Mongolia couldn't agree with.
But since ancient times, what to eat and how to eat had always been major issues. The two bears had debated for a long time but had not yet decided between red-braised or barbecued.
It didn't take long, though, before the two black bears in front of them had swiftly chosen their target.
"Big brother, big brother, look at that one, doesn't he look like a Hujian person?"
His big brother glanced over: "Eh? You don't say... Where does he look like one?"
"It's just a feeling, you know?"
The shorter black bear said, "Let's go with him, big brother."
"Why? And besides, why are we looking for Hujian people?"
