"Eat my ass."
Chen Xun turned his head and cursed under his breath. With a casual motion, he snatched the straight wooden staff from Little Wuhen's hand. "If you want to eat at a feast, go eat in the village. Why are you shouting about it in front of your old dad? You want to eat at my feast too?"
That barrage of abuse left Little Wuhen utterly dumbfounded. He did not even notice that the wooden staff in his hand had been casually taken away by his old dad.
He wore a foolish grin. Whenever old dad scolded him, he absolutely could not argue or explain himself. The result would only be an even harsher scolding.
Yu Xuan witnessed the whole scene, especially the way Dao Ancestor Chen Xun smoothly swiped the wooden staff from the child's hand... It was as fluid as flowing clouds and running water. One look told her he was a repeat offender.
She shook her head and chuckled. She had never expected Chen Xun to have such a temperament. She had not spent much time with him before, so she had never seen this side of him.
"Let's go." Chen Xun quickened his pace by a few steps. From time to time, he clasped his hands behind his back and waved the wooden staff around. Fallen leaves along the road fluttered into the air, making for a beautiful sight.
Little Wuhen was speechless. He followed behind, staring blankly at the wooden staff in his old dad's hand. Wasn't that his?!!
"Old dad!"
"What?"
"The wooden staff."
"It's your old dad's turn to play with it."
"You can't just swipe it from me!"
"Snatch it back, and I'll return it to you." Seeing Little Wuhen anxiously running in circles, Chen Xun burst into loud laughter.