Zhao Zun brushed off the coal dust from his body and glared at him impatiently: "Nonsense! I bet it's Han Lei thinking of me. It's been a month since we left, and there's not even a message."
"Hahaha..." Big Fatty's laughter shook the coal dust off his face, and he winked slyly, "I think it's you thinking about your sister-in-law instead! Remember that day you talked in your sleep and called her name!"
"Tch! Mind your own business." Zhao Zun was momentarily embarrassed, a faint blush appearing on his bronze face.
He lightly slapped the back of Big Fatty's head, producing a crisp sound: "You better finish quickly, or your sister-in-law will beat you when she returns."
Big Fatty shrank his neck and quickly raised the wooden apparatus in his hand: "I've already finished. If you don't believe me, take a look."
He stood up, rubbed his slightly numb legs, and walked to the coal pile, demonstrating like a child showing off a new toy.
