Master Qian, nursing a hefty grudge, sat there and clanked through a bowl of crispy rice stir-fry.
After a moment of thought, still feeling the irritation coursing through him, he went and grabbed two pieces of rice cake.
Still not feeling comfortable, he filled himself a bowl of rice porridge. Halfway through the porridge, he still couldn't suppress the anger inside, turned around, and took a tea egg to peel and eat.
Not until he placed his empty bowl back did he sit down with a darkened expression, his gaze fixed on his apprentice, who had just served himself a second bowl of stir-fried rice, his look inexplicable.
The apprentice, who was engulfed in eating his rice, looked up confusedly with his mouth full, his words muffled:
"Master, what's wrong?"
What's wrong?!
The more Master Qian thought about it, the angrier he became, unable to help but huff:
"Look at you! All you do is eat! And you're having two bowls!"
He felt even one bowl was hard to stomach!
