It had been about half a month since he came to Mongmong Island.
During that time, he had eaten Jaba's food, worn Jaba's clothes, and lived in Jaba's place.
Therefore, Saul had endured without bringing up his real purpose.
It was not until today that Saul finally couldn't hold back and brought it up, only to discover that Jaba had already prepared everything for him.
Looking at the large pot Sister Ya was holding up, Saul was deeply moved. All those years of friendship hadn't been wasted.
"Jaba, you..."
Saul had intended to thank him, but no matter how many words of gratitude he said, they couldn't compare to one practical action.
And so.
Smack—!
Saul leaned over and planted a hard kiss on Jaba's cheek.
Feeling the wetness on his face, Jaba froze for a moment.
"You bastard!"
Once he came to his senses, Jaba first kicked Saul off the rock, then raised his sleeve and vigorously wiped the saliva off his face.
Saul grinned and got to his feet without the slightest concern.
Just then, Jaya walked over.
She saw what Saul had done but showed no reaction. She slowly placed the large iron pot on the grass.
Saul ignored Jaba's exaggerated reaction.
So what if he hadn't brushed his teeth that morning and had kissed him? It wasn't a big deal.
After muttering a few words inwardly, Saul came to the iron pot and rubbed his hands excitedly.
"Little Ya, you know about 'food supplementation' too?"
"I know a little."
Jaya's eyes, narrowed into slits, curved into crescents.
Saul assumed Jaya was being modest. Feeling slightly reassured, he called Maud over.
"Hey, brat, come eat."
"Coming."
Maud called back, slowly got to his feet, untied the rope, and set the rock on his back down beside him.