Jiang Yourning couldn't help laughing at the sight. She circled the bun in front of his eyes again, teasing Little Wukong until he couldn't tell north from south, then stopped it a short distance directly in front of him.
Once Little Wukong pinpointed the bun, he lunged forward with all his might, and Jiang Yourning pulled the bun back.
Splash!
Little Wukong's belly caught on the table, and, caught off guard, he plunged into the basin.
Water that wasn't particularly cold washed over his face. Little Wukong instantly jumped up and shouted, "Help! I'm drowning! Someone save me!!!"
As he shouted, he scurried around, nimbly managing to avoid every basin in the courtyard.
"Hahaha... silly! How could you drown in a courtyard? Come here and eat your bun."
Jiang Yourning stood there, unable to stop laughing.
The familiar voice slowly brought Little Wukong back to his senses. He stared blankly at Jiang Yourning for a few seconds, glanced at the bun in her hand, then surveyed the water splashed across the table and instantly understood what had happened.
"Big Sister, you're so mean. Even meaner than the senior brothers who used to tease me."
Little Wukong pouted at her.
Back when he was punished with copying scriptures at the temple, his senior brothers had pulled the same trick while he dozed off. They had trained him so well that he could snatch food with his eyes closed and never miss.
Who could have guessed that this big sister would fight dirty?
"Then do you still want a bun?"
"You've wounded my tender little heart. One isn't enough. I need two."
Little Wukong held up two fingers.
"All right, all right, you can have two. The other two are for Fourth Brother later."
Smiling, Jiang Yourning took out another three buns.