After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Tantai Yan resolved the monkey dispute and strolled back leisurely.
Passing by his little disciple's room, he glanced in through the window and saw the child seriously narrating a story to a rag doll made by a village auntie, her voice soft and cute.
He couldn't help but think, 'My disciple is the cutest in the world.'
Upon entering the main hall, he noticed traces on the oiled paper package on the table. Opening it, he found the roast chicken was missing a leg, and his earlier thoughts were thrown aside.
"Miaomiao!"
Channeling his inner strength, he swiftly moved to the front of the grass house's hall and marched fiercely towards the disciple's room.
The "thump" sound gave him an ominous premonition, and almost floating to the courtyard wall, he saw his disciple, just over two years old, climbing directly atop the wall and falling down.
