Fish-Man Island: Not to Their Taste

Lin Mo fell silent for a moment and was just about to speak.

Enel beat him to it, already impatient. "Forget it. Talking to you is useless. Once you dig your heels in, nobody can budge you. Guess the Thunder God will have to put in the work and deal with those ignorant, brainless fools for you."

Lin Mo: "..."

Dig my heels in...

Is he one to talk?

Enel's gaze shifted to the huge bag of slippers Lin Mo was holding. He almost laughed in exasperation. "What are you doing with so many slippers?"

"To wear..."

"Are you crazy? You bought this many... Is there a pair for me?"

"Yes."

"That's more like it."

As soon as Enel said that, Lin Mo held out the bag of slippers to him. It was obvious he expected Enel to carry it.

Enel had been about to refuse, but after a moment's thought, he took the bag with his free right hand. In his left, he carried two bags containing two cups of coffee each.

"Cathy bought coffee for all of us. Why don't you drink yours now?" Enel suggested.

"No," Lin Mo refused.

Enel looked puzzled. "Does it taste bad? Why are you so against it?"

"Yeah," Lin Mo answered. "I don't like bitter things."

"Huh?" Enel asked in surprise. "That stuff's bitter? How bitter?"

Lin Mo silently nodded.

For Enel, who loved sweets, that was terrible news.

"Good thing I asked," Enel said with distaste. "The Thunder God doesn't like bitter things either. Since neither of us wants any, we might as well throw two cups away."

"What a waste." Lin Mo gave him a disapproving glance. "Take them back for Kaku."

At the mention of Kaku, Enel said with a knowing half-smile, "If Long Nose finds out you bought