After chasing away Little Clown's mom, Old Man Wang walked round and round in his own farmland.
At the same time, the old man kept mumbling nonstop.
Lin Tian had already retracted his Divine Sense and didn't know what the old man was muttering about.
But it was probably something about dirty stuff.
Regarding this, Lin Tian didn't bother anymore.
He just assumed the old man's head wasn't working well anymore.
Lin Tian shifted his gaze and continued to fuss over grilling the fish.
The two sweet potato kilns, one tilted and the other straight, one tall and one short, occasionally crackled as the clay bricks were heated by the firewood.
"Damn it, why is Brother Tai limping over here with so many people?"