Durin was being fed by his dear old mother, a luxury he hadn't enjoyed in his previous life, making the current Durin all the more cherished.
As for the Hunters—it was said that Old Sang Que, the most senior among them, would not arrive until today, so Durin was in no rush.
"Don't drink tea and read the newspaper at the same time, Durin, it's a bad habit," his mother advised from behind the counter. Dutifully, Durin put down the newspaper and took another sip of his tea.
"Much better now," his mother said, as she placed the sliced meat patties in front of Durin: "Good boy, you can start eating now."
·I see it now, your mom is feeding a pig.
Eleven commented as he looked at the meat patties piled into a small mountain on the plate.
·Hey, isn't it said that a mother has three major concerns? Whether her son is hungry, whether her son is cold, and whether her son has fallen into bad company.
Big Orange spoke with feeling.
