The group had barely arrived in Big Bird City when they heard a legend about it.
It happened like this: Pitman apparently suffered from seasickness. The two-day, two-night voyage had left him in agony, and the moment he stepped ashore, he vomited up all the dried fish and fish soup he had eaten aboard, mixed with bile, staining the green grass a sickly black and yellow.
"Whew, I feel much better now that it's out. Funny, isn't it? I couldn't throw up on the boat even when I wanted to, but the moment I stepped onto solid ground, it all came rushing up. An empty stomach feels great~ I could really go for some candied hawthorn skewers."
"Hey, how old are you? Still eating candied hawthorn?" Zeng Mu asked, unable to suppress a laugh. Three years ago, this man had struck him as cold and ruthless. He had never expected Pitman to sometimes seem as comical as only Kanni could be. On second thought, their personalities really did seem rather alike.
"Age has nothing to do with it. Good things never go out of fashion. Otherwise, how would fine food and poetry have survived all these years?" He shrugged and told Zeng Mu and the two women, "Besides, when I left that miasma-filled forest, the first new thing I tasted was candied hawthorn. Viscount Soxia, the man who brought me out, gave it to me. You might not believe this, but apart from dry rations, his bag held nothing but candied hawthorn and coconut candy. He loved sweets too, so this has nothing to do with age, all right?"
"All right, all right. Get moving. We'll buy you some candied hawthorn to shut you up," Yenaier said impatiently. From her expression, he seemed to have been buzzing in her ear