Seeing this, Xiao Hua simply stopped answering. Smiling, he took the oil-paper packet. Without needing lamplight, he could already see that there were two more identical buns inside.
"Hehe~" Xiao Hua laughed. He took out the oil-paper packet from earlier and handed both it and this one to Yuan Ya, answering somewhat haltingly, "I'm not hungry. You eat them yourself!"
"Oh? You can talk?" Yuan Ya froze for a moment, then raised his hand. "You eat. I already ate with Master!"
But as Yuan Ya waved his hand, a rumble of thunder came from his belly!
"Hahaha, you'd better eat them yourself!" Xiao Hua tossed the oil-paper packets over and laughed loudly.
Seeing the packets fly toward him, Yuan Ya casually scooped them up with one hand, catching them with astonishing ease, without the slightest fluster. However, Xiao Hua had already seen his agile movements on the mountain path that afternoon, so he was not surprised.
Then, right before Xiao Hua's eyes, Yuan Ya did not wolf down the food in his hands. Instead, he took bite after bite, chewing slowly and carefully, as though every mouthful were a delicacy, every mouthful hard-won.
When Yuan Ya reached the last bun, he carefully wrapped it back in the oil paper and tucked it into his robes. It seemed he never finished all his food, always saving some for a rainy day. Then Yuan Ya walked behind the side room to a huge water vat. Opening its lid, he scooped up the ladle inside and drank water in small mouthfuls as well. Only then did he slowly walk to the center of the temple, glance at Xiao Hua, whose posture had not changed at all, and leap onto the trunk of the pine tree. Using both hands and feet, he climbed the