Two days later, Wenren Sheng's family was astonished to find a Little Octopus sprawled brazenly across the large living room sofa.
Pink and adorable, it held a remote control in one tentacle, clutched fries in two others, and cradled Kuo Le in another two, taking turns feeding them into its mouth.
Its two huge eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the enormous television screen before it.
Of all its tentacles, only one lay motionless off to the side.
Little Illusion stood nearby, watching it enviously.
"Little Octopus, you really have it easy. I don't have your convenience." She was also holding Kuo Le and drinking.
"Hehe, your dad was right. The most important thing in life is not forgetting your original intentions and staying true to your nature. Only now do I realize how right those words are. Your dad really is a wonderful person," Little Octopus said smugly.
"Tch, he's just a miser. I wanted two servants to wait on me, but he insisted I support myself and not become some greedy landlord," Little Illusion said resentfully.
Just then, the motionless tentacle suddenly began to move.
It slowly crawled in one direction.
But the moment it crawled, Little Octopus nearly choked to death.
A bottle of Kuo Le went straight up its nose.
"You bad little hand, you never listen! I'll hit you!" Little Octopus snapped.
Yet when it struck the other tentacle, it was the one that hurt.
With no other choice, Little Octopus had to use two tentacles to keep watch over it.
"Ah, Old Wen, come out quickly and help!" Unable to watch TV anymore, Little Octopus began rolling around on the spot.
Wenren Sheng emerged at an unhurried pace.
"Looks like it's a neurological problem." After putting on a show of examining it, he spoke solemnly.