Tian Buyi saw his chubby little disciple charging toward Sixth Senior Brother, who was still weak, heedless of everything and kicking up a gust of wind. He hurriedly grabbed the boy by the belt and stopped him, holding him up in the air with one hand. Even then, Little Fatty kept flailing and lunging at the fruit.
"What is this?" He Dazhi curiously examined the fruit that the Green Vine had "offered" up in front of Sixth Senior Brother.
"Master! Shiniang! Senior Brothers! Senior Sister!" Zhang Xiaofan jumped down from the Green Vine above.
"What are you doing?" Tian Buyi was worried about Little Fatty, so he kept holding him up in the air. This little rascal was always getting into trouble. He had to keep an eye on him!
"Little Junior Brother wanted to come in and have a look!" Zhang Xiaofan didn't dare say much, afraid that if he said too much, Little Fatty would get scolded again—though Little Fatty had never taken scolding to heart.
When it came to getting scolded, Little Fatty's attitude was always: whether you scolded me was your business; whether I listened was mine! But when it came to food, it was, "It's all mine. Touch even a tiny bit, and I'll bite you to death!"
Unless he was willing, it was best not to touch the food he had his eye on.
Two completely opposite attitudes.
"And then?" Tian Buyi glanced at his little disciple, who was still drooling and flailing at the fruit.
"We saw this fruit, and Little Junior Brother really liked it, so he kept trying to pick it. But it kept dodging him and wouldn't let him touch it!" Zhang Xiaofan replied, surprised to see the fruit now resting quietly in front of Sixth Senior Brother.
Seeing that