"I think..."
The fat man had just been about to speak when Zhuzhu raised her hand and cut him off.
"Pray to His Highness Nikolas!" she shouted, her scarlet eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let the little goats pray to His Highness Nikolas... He will bless them and make them His followers... Black Goat Cubs don't eat cabbage, and they aren't afraid of big bad wolves!"
Zheng Qing silently glanced at Nikita.
The banshee covered the Little Banshee's mouth and offered an apologetic smile.
Zheng Qing looked at Fatty Xin. "What did you think just now?"
"Arabian-style whole roasted camel." Fatty Xin coughed softly and gave his suggestion.
"What does that mean?" Everyone else looked baffled.
"When Arabs roast a whole camel, they stuff a sheep into the camel's belly, a goose into the sheep's belly, a chicken into the goose's belly, a fish into the chicken's belly, and vegetables into the fish's belly." The fat man swallowed before continuing, "We can simplify the process. Stuff the sheep into the wolf's belly, then stuff that basket of baby bok choy into the sheep's belly."
"I wouldn't mind having more things stuffed into my belly," Nikita answered eagerly.
"But I mind." Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes at the fat man. "Do you even know what you're saying? We went through all this trouble just to get into Nikita's belly?"
Zheng Qing felt that things had gone seriously off track.
He somewhat regretted discussing a Muggle math puzzle with a bunch of wizards. They were better at recognizing and solving problems related to magic.
Of course, not everyone was as unreliable as those two.
Xiao Xiao was still very dependable.
"I understand your story now." He spread open his notebook and quickly sketched several diagrams for comparison. "In theory, the farmer and the