Suddenly, Little Blue Ox felt Eryao's gaze fixed on the meal it was eating and, feeling wary, it gobbled down the food in one bite.
Then it slowly chewed in its mouth, savoring the fragrance and squinting its eyes to taste.
Eryao, seeing Little Blue Ox behaving like this, could not help but burst into a torrent of nagging complaints:
"Stupid ox, who would eat your leftovers? Don't think I didn't see you acting like this, hmph, from now on, even if I have something tasty, I won't share it with you."
"Moo..." responded Little Blue Ox innocently. Hadn't the master divided the food, giving us each a bowl? Why, after finishing your own, do you still want to eat mine? Is there something wrong with me being protective of my food?
