"Bitter sand, blowing pain into my face~~"
In the uncharted waters of Southeast Asia, Fang Mo lay in a small wooden boat with one leg crossed over the other. "Like a father's scolding, a mother's tears, never to be forgotten~~"
"Will you stop singing?"
He had only hummed a couple of lines when Jotaro Kujo from the neighboring boat cut him off. "Your damn mouth hasn't stopped since last night. Whose side are you even on? Would it kill you to let us rest?"
"It'd drive me crazy."
Fang Mo fired back without even thinking.
"Enough already..."
A trace of exhaustion finally appeared on Jotaro Kujo's invincible-looking face.
"Alright, Jotaro."
Fortunately, Joseph stepped in to smooth things over. "Fang Mo doesn't mean any harm. He's always been this cheerful and optimistic... At least he gave us fresh water and food, didn't he?"
"Exactly."
Fang Mo nodded along. "This kid really doesn't know how to be grateful. Normal people would've sunk to the bottom of the sea after getting stranded out here. How could they still be eating such delicious roasted potatoes?"
"I..."
"You don't think this stuff is easy to get, do you?" Before Jotaro Kujo could say anything else, Fang Mo cut him off. "Back when I was trying to get these damn potatoes, the guards outside Ubisoft nearly beat me to death. They kept insisting I'd stolen some server..."
"Even so, I really don't like eating potatoes."
Before long, Polnareff could not help complaining from nearby. "Sure, this stuff is a staple food, but as a proper Frenchman, couldn't you at least serve it with a tomato?"
"Tomatoes?"
Kakyoin Noriaki nodded at that. "If we sail at sea for too long, we will indeed lack certain vitamins. Using tomatoes to supplement them..."
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