"Hehehehaha..." Ye Tian, who had been thinking of ways to make trouble for Yun Li, could not help laughing aloud.
Xuan Lin shot Ye Tian a suspicious glance.
Ye Tian hurriedly wiped the smile from his face, coughed twice, and put on a solemn, righteous air.
Little Martial Uncle was so strange.
After secretly grumbling to herself, Xuan Lin lowered her head and buried herself in her meal again. Eating was the foremost matter under heaven; Little Martial Uncle and the like had to come second.
Ye Tian, who had no fondness for mortal food, propped his cheek with one hand and lightly tapped the table with the other as he watched Xuan Lin eat.
Rain began to patter down outside once more, laying a heavy, gloomy layer over the pale sky.
"It has not even been half a meal's time, and the weather has changed so quickly." Distracted by the sound of rain, Xuan Lin complained unhappily.
"You little ancestor, half a meal for you is enough for someone else's whole meal. What young lady can eat as much as you?" Ye Tian said irritably. Most of the silver Yun Li had given them had gone toward food.
Perhaps knowing she was in the wrong, Xuan Lin merely gave a weak snort and protested with, "Being able to eat is a blessing," before continuing her great undertaking.
Ye Tian helplessly covered his forehead.
"Is anyone sitting here?" A young Daoist in a gray robe, holding a black long-handled umbrella, came to the empty seat at Ye Tian's table and asked.
Ye Tian casually looked up at him. "The table next to us is empty."
"Oh." The Daoist leaned his umbrella against the table, then sat down on the long bench beside Ye Tian without another word.
Ye Tian frowned