"Tea House, Tea House... Brother needs to settle his stomach."
This was the first time Brother Fatty had completed a mission independently. After what had happened at the handmade beef burger joint, his initial excitement had vanished without a trace.
Sweating buckets, Brother Fatty wished he could drink an entire barrel of water. This wasn't work for a normal person.
So when Brother Fatty spotted Mu Fan smiling at him from afar with a cup of tea in hand, tears filled his eyes. He began charging when he was still a hundred meters away from Mu Fan.
Like a running Wild Boar!
Then, with a long, trembling cry of "Brotheeeer—"
He crashed to his knees, sliding several meters across the marble floor as he reached to hug Mu Fan's thigh.
Just as he was about to press that enormous round face against Mu Fan's leg, Mu Fan raised his left hand with a smack and stopped him.
"Let me have some water!"
Brother Fatty struggled to turn his squashed-together face toward him.
"Get up first." Mu Fan could only feel that Brother Fatty's huge face had erupted with astonishing strength at that moment. What an obsession.
"I want waterrr—"
"Get up and drink!"
"No, I want it now. I want to drink on my knees!" Brother Fatty's imposing presence shook heaven and moved ghosts.
Several tourists quietly enjoying tea nearby instantly broke out in goosebumps, staring at the fat ball in shock.
What a fierce fatty!
Mu Fan felt his scalp go numb. Why had little fatty Harry become as shameless as White Hair? With a sudden spring, he did a backflip and retreated from the spot.
Then...
Brother Fatty lay sprawled across a bench, clutching the teapot and pouring tea into his mouth in great gulps.
"Didn't even see