The Watchful Eye

There was a tall, thin man sitting opposite the noodle restaurant, smoking a cigarette while observing Fu Bao intently.

"Hey, isn't this little girl quite spoiled?" Another man, dressed in a white tank top and blue shorts and as skinny as a monkey, approached irritably. "You've been staring at her for a while now. Any plans?"

The tall man gestured for his companion to look closer. "Take a good look at that girl."

The skinny man glanced over at Fu Bao, who was eating with enthusiasm, and scoffed, "I asked you to keep watch, and you're fixated on a girl? She might be pretty, but she's just a girl. Not worth it! You should be looking out for baby boys; they're the valuable ones!"

"That girl has plenty of brothers, but they're a bit older and not easy to handle or sell. If they were younger, they'd be a goldmine!" The skinny man lamented with a sense of missed opportunity.

The tall man took another sip of his drink. "That girl isn't worthless. Take a closer look!"