Zeng Anmin looked seriously at Little Monk Yingchen before him.
Seeing the calm smile on his face,
he smiled as well, then casually slipped the candy back into his pocket.
Afterward, Zeng Anmin wandered around with Little Yingchen as if nothing had happened.
"You still haven't thrown away this little wooden sword?"
Zeng Anmin suddenly spotted Huzi's little wooden sword in the young monk's room.
Little Monk Yingchen blinked his clear eyes and looked earnestly at Zeng Anmin as he asked,
"Why would I throw away a gift from Benefactor Hu?"
"But this thing was also the weapon that struck your head and left a mark."
Zeng Anmin found it rather amusing.
If someone had unexpectedly smacked him on the head with this thing, he would definitely have chopped it apart for firewood.
Yet the little monk shook his head earnestly and solemnly.
"Misfortune is where fortune leans. If Benefactor Hu had not struck me on the head with this object, how could I have received such an exquisite gift?"
"With such a gift, this humble monk should be delighted in his heart. How could it be called a weapon?"
Uh.
Little Monk Yingchen's broad-minded way of thinking touched Zeng Anmin somewhat.
After thinking for a moment, he took the candy from his robes again, aimed at the little monk's head, and gave it a light tap.
Smack.
It landed squarely on that smooth little head.
The sound was soft, so it did not hurt.
"Uh..."
Yingchen stared at Zeng Anmin with a completely blank expression.
"Now you should be able to accept it, right?"
Zeng Anmin caught the candy with a grin and handed it to Yingchen.
He watched the little monk blink.
The little monk stared blankly at the candy in Zeng Anmin's large hand.
"This..."
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