"Eat shit."
Chen Xun turned his head and cursed under his breath, casually snatching the straight wooden stick from Little Wuhen's hand. "If you want to eat at a funeral feast, go eat one in the village. Why are you making such a racket in front of your old man? You want to eat at my funeral too?"
That barrage of scolding left Little Wuhen utterly dumbfounded, and he did not even notice that the wooden stick in his hand had been smoothly taken away by his father.
He wore a foolish grin. Whenever his old man scolded him, he absolutely could not argue or explain himself. The only result would be getting scolded even worse.
Yu Xuan witnessed the whole scene, especially the way Dao Ancestor Chen Xun had slipped that wooden stick from the child's hand... it had been as smooth as flowing clouds and running water. One look told her he was a repeat offender.
She shook her head with a soft laugh. She had not expected Chen Xun to have such a temperament. They had not interacted much in the past, so she had never seen this side of him.
"Let's go." Chen Xun quickened his pace by a few steps, occasionally clasping his hands behind his back and waving the wooden stick. Fallen leaves along the road fluttered into the air, making for a lovely sight.
Little Wuhen stood speechless. Following behind, he stared blankly at the wooden stick in his old man's hand. Wasn't that his?!!
"Old man!"
"What?"
"The stick."
"It's your old man's turn to play with it."
"You can't just swipe it from me!"
"Snatch it back, and I'll return it." Chen Xun burst into laughter at the sight of Little Wuhen anxiously spinning in circles. "Let's see how much you've