"White Sugar, do you want to eat what's in the pot?" Ke Meng put Big-Faced Cat into his scarf, took out his camera, aimed it at the Black Cooking Pot, and started recording.
White Sugar nodded vigorously, but then considered how small the pot was. What if there wasn't enough food to satisfy the Evil God? After all, appearances could be deceiving, and how much the Evil God's stomach could hold was anyone's guess. Not daring to compete with the Evil God for food, White Sugar shook its head just as vigorously, firmly declaring that it had no interest in eating.
"Ya, ya."
No thanks. Not interested.
That was what White Sugar said, but its eyes still drifted involuntarily toward the big black pot, and a glistening drop of drool trickled from its beak.
Sand-Salt Worm was more straightforward than White Sugar. It had no concept of rules. If it saw something it wanted to eat, it simply crawled over.
Sand-Salt Worm didn't know about Ke Meng's other identity, so it felt completely at ease. Before long, it reached the underside of the black pot, arched its body slightly, and sprang onto the curved wall. Its body had strong adhesive properties, allowing it to cling to the bottom and slowly crawl upward.
Seeing Sand-Salt Worm's shameless behavior, White Sugar immediately acted on the Evil God's behalf, slapping Sand-Salt Worm down and refusing to let it take the first bite.
The first bite had to belong to the Evil God. This was a matter of manners-and of life and death.
Just then, Ke Meng spoke. "Actually, you two can eat first. I'm full."
Tangyuan rolled its eyes. Ke Meng had just gotten out of bed and hadn't even eaten breakfast. How could he be full? But Tangyuan said nothing. Instead, it