"喂！那谁，看啥呢？" grab a nearby with a loud snort, startling a small nearby man who was staring blankly at a bunch of chicken ribs, "This ain't your grandpa's farming book. You've got work to do."

The little man jumped, nearly dropping the plate in his hand. He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with fear and resentment. "W-what are you talking about? I'm working."

"Working?" The loud snort turned into a sneering laugh. A burly man stepped forward, blocking the path to the food stall. "Look here, you little shit. These ribs are reserved for us. You hear me? Move aside."

The little man froze, sweat trickling down his forehead. His stomach growled loudly, a cruel reminder of his empty belly. But pride swelled in his chest, making him stubbornly refuses to back down. "I... I don't have any money."

The burly man's eyes narrowed, a glint of disdain in them. "No money? Then get lost! Don't bother us." He reached out, ready to push the little man aside.