"Feng… San!"
"Little Zhen, listen to me! It's not like that… Ahya! It hurts, it hurts… Little child!"
Suddenly, within the hall, frightening cries followed one after another.
The master and disciple duo sitting in a corner calmly sipping tea…
"Master."
"Oh?"
"Should we stop the two of them?"
"I don't think that's necessary?" Shen Ying had not watched a good family drama in a long time. This was refreshing. "They haven't torn the house apart. There's no hurry, no hurry!"
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
"Eh! Have you sharpened the vegetable knife?"
"You should sharpen it first. For all you know, they might need it later!" He was afraid he would destroy these two adorable people by accident.
"…"
An hour later, the two of them finally stopped fighting.
