The next day, Long Fei got up early and slipped into the kitchen, ready to finish off the leftover fish soup from yesterday.
Damn it, so young and yet feeling somewhat weak.
He grumbled as he entered the kitchen, only to find Little Kirin, that stinky kid, hugging the bottom of the pot, licking nonstop.
When they saw each other, both were startled.
"You, what are you doing?"
Long Fei's mind went dark; this was supposed to be his restorative meal, yet this little rascal had sneaked it.
Little Kirin licked his lips, grinned and said, "Dad, I was hungry, got up early to eat something."
"Kid, you'll get 'heatiness' from overeating, you know that?"
Long Fei snatched the pot from his hands, saw some fish scraps inside, scooped them out with his hand, and quickly ate them.
Little Kirin looked down on him, "Dad, why don't you make another one? For the Great Sect Leader, isn't it shameful to eat fish scraps?"
