"Is there still a barbecue stall in the Forest Goods Market?"
Having just dropped a chicken bone, Xin Fat Man, who was looking out the window in boredom, suddenly sniffed and asked his companions with interest, "Could it be wild game from the forest being barbecued? How come I didn't see it just now... Are you guys full, do you want to go check it out together?"
Zheng Qing looked expressionlessly at the small pile of clean chicken bones in front of the fat man, resisting the urge to make a snide remark.
But he still followed Xin Fat Man's gaze out the window.
Suddenly, a trail of blue smoke had risen from the previously calm and peaceful Forest Goods Market. The smoke, blue mixed with grey, formed a pillar as if a towering bamboo, piercing straight into the gray-white sky above the market.
Zheng Qing furrowed his brow.
Despite the fat man's claim that it was smoke from a barbecue stand, he felt something was not quite right.