"Cousin! At least leave me a dish or two..."
Xie Ciyan couldn't help letting out a wail.
He tried to reach out and save a dish or two, but Yuan Ye carried out his orders so quickly that he only managed to protect the half plate of shrimp closest to him.
Shielding the shrimp against his chest, Xie Ciyan eyed the most dangerous people at the table like a tiger watching its prey.
"This shrimp... none of you are allowed to fight me for it!"
Naturally, Little Wukong couldn't stand anyone trying to monopolize his favorite shrimp.
He was sitting right beside Xie Ciyan. Seeing that Xie Ciyan hadn't noticed him, Little Wukong sneaked his hand under his armpit, grabbed a great fistful, then swiftly brought them all to his mouth and gave them a lick.
"Cousin, these shrimp all have my spit on them now. Do you still want them?"
[That sight might make you itch to smack him, but... as your aunt, I have to say, beautifully done, little nephew!!!]
"..."
Xie Ciyan looked at the severed shrimp heads on the plate in his arms, then turned toward Little Wukong with an indescribable expression.
"I..." Want to punch someone!!!
In the end, Xie Ciyan clenched and unclenched his fists over and over, yet failed to save a single meat dish.
All he had left for dinner was a heap of boiled cabbage, steamed tofu, and the like.
He stared listlessly at the food, which killed his appetite at a glance, becoming the second person present who barely ate anything.
Everyone there except Xie Ciyan was happy.
The others were happy eating, while Chu Youning was happy watching Xie Ciyan suffer.
After leaving, Xie Ciyan watched Chu Youning swagger away and couldn't help raising his hand to give himself