Moreover, Xiao Wu found it hard to believe that such a soft, delicate female voice could come from the mouth of such a rugged-looking burly man.
Tang San spoke directly to Yun Feng.
"Yun Feng, shall we go buy a sausage? We really haven't eaten in a long time."
Yun Feng smiled and said directly,
"That won't be a problem. And I can sense a faint trace of Soul Power emanating from those sausages. Maybe that uncle is a food-type Spirit Master!"
At those words, Tang San's eyes lit up as well.
But he quickly thought of something even more entertaining.
He actually dared to set his sights on Xiao Wu. Wasn't that courting death?
"They smell pretty good. Let's give them a try."
Tang San grabbed Yun Feng and headed straight for the cart.
As they drew closer, they could see that the sausage seller was about the same height as them. A wooden board had been nailed to the cart, engraved with four words: Sausage Specialty.
Seeing customers approach, the seller immediately greeted them enthusiastically.
"Want a sausage? Oscar-brand sausages, fair prices for young and old alike, with flavor guaranteed."
Yun Feng smiled.
"Uncle, please give me five."
The seller's expression suddenly stiffened.
"Y-you called me what?"
Yun Feng answered without concern.
"I called you uncle. Is there a problem?"
The seller gave a bitter smile.
"Of course there's a problem—a huge one! Brother, I'm only fourteen this year, and you're calling me uncle?"
"Uh... you're only fourteen?"
Hearing that, Tang San stared at the man before him in astonishment.
The seller said firmly,
"That's right. My name is Oscar, I'm fourteen years old, and I'm a student of Shrek Academy. You can't call me uncle just because my hair is a little thick, can you?"
Tang San