He snorted heavily, didn't retort further, tied the plastic bag tightly, and stuffed it back into his gear box.
His actions were filled with obvious defiance and offended anger.
He mumbled something, turned around, and sat back on his folding stool, not looking at anyone, and focused on stoking the campfire.
The campfire continued to burn, but the atmosphere had changed.
The previous fatigue seemed to be dispelled somewhat by this silent struggle.
Li Younan sat back in his original spot, knowing that Old Zhang must be simmering with resentment, but at least, that bag of dangerous mushrooms wouldn't be going into the pot for now.
In this regard, Li Younan didn't care how Old Zhang viewed him; whoever wanted to eat the mushrooms could, but putting them in everyone's pot was absolutely not acceptable.
