Luo Yan wolfed down the food. Wasn't cultivation all about eating, drinking, and enjoying yourself?
The old man was astonished. Luo Yan didn't look like a child from a poor family, and the fruit he had casually produced was clearly extraordinary. Yet here he was, savoring the food of ordinary mortals.
Meanwhile, Dragon Horse and Donkey, who had finished their spiritual fruit first, were far from satisfied. They turned their attention to the spiritual fruit in Ye Fan's arms.
"What are you trying to do?" Ye Fan quickly noticed the two sauntering toward him and warily hugged the spiritual fruit to his chest.
"Ye Fan, didn't you used to throw these away after one bite? You don't like them anyway, so let your big brother Donkey Brother have a taste!" Donkey edged closer as he spoke.
Dragon Horse chimed in, "Exactly! Since you're going to throw them away anyway, why not let us eat them? Waste not, want not!"
Ye Fan glared at them indignantly. "That was then, this is now! Do you take me for a three-year-old? You're not getting any!"
Dragon Horse stopped talking, sprang forward, and clamped his mouth straight onto a piece of fruit.
Donkey likewise stretched out his muzzle and bit down on another piece. Dragon Horse had taught him that very move.
Ye Fan panicked and frantically pummeled Dragon Horse and Donkey with his fists.
"Take your fight outside!" Luo Yan called from the dining table.
The boy, the donkey, and the horse promptly tumbled out of the shop, wrestling together.
"Shut your mouths, you two beasts!"
"Aaaargh! Bastards!"
Ye Fan's childish, furious voice rang out.
He was only a Life Spring cultivator now, nowhere near a match for Donkey and Dragon Horse.
Luo Yan soon finished the food on the table and said