Zhi Ling, hearing Old Huang scolding her, also became indignant and stood up, placing her little paw on her waist, and squawking angrily.
"Ahem, ahem, you little marten cub, you dare argue with me? I'm sick, but yet I kindly cooked for you, only for you to create a mess with that demon beast meat. You really have no conscience." Old Huang said while beginning to cough, his voice full of a desolate weariness.
Hearing Old Huang's coughing, Zhi Ling seemed to understand something. She hopped onto Old Huang's head, and began lightly patting it with her small paw.
"Huh, you little miscreant, I didn't ask for your comfort. Little Lin, how will you compensate me?" Noticing Zhi Ling's action, Old Huang grabbed her down, laughing and scolding her. Then he turned to look at Lin Yi.
"Tonight, you'll have plenty of spiritual rice and monster beast meat." Lin Yi generously waved his hand and said.
