Igor tiptoed into Teacher Hadi's little cabin, and his stomach started growling nonstop, so when Teacher Hadi said everyone knew him, he wasn't too convinced.
But Igor didn't show much emotion; after all, he came here to seek answers from Teacher Hadi, and everything else was trivial.
"Shall we eat first or talk first?" Teacher Hadi tilted his head and looked at Igor, the typical image of an old rogue.
"I don't see you have much to eat here..." Igor shrugged, thinking that eating and talking could go hand in hand.
"How do you know I don't have much to eat here? If I had food, would I tell you?" Teacher Hadi acted like a child, standing toe to toe with Igor.
"Then why ask me about eating? Let's just talk directly."
"Forget it, considering your pathetic state, let's eat first." Teacher Hadi shook his head, not because he pitied Igor, but because his stomach growling was truly maddening.
