Handover to Disciples

"Hey, Father Niu!" Shen Ying waved a hand in greeting habitually.

"To hell with 'hey'!" The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched, as his whole person blew over like a wind. He looked at the person in front of him up and down. Indeed, she was taller than a few days ago, and especially with that familiar laziness all over her, this was the real Shen Ying indeed. Yes. "Would it hurt you to tell me earlier!"

Well, you didn't give me an opportunity to speak. Shen Ying laughed, handing over a bun, "Wanna eat?"

"To hell with eating!" Lonemoon grabbed it forcefully and stuffed it into his mouth like it was his way of releasing anger. He looked like he was gonna burst out, but his eyes actually glanced over the person in front of him many times, unsure. "When did you recover?"

"Just now." She simply had a sleep, that was all.

"You're totally fine?"

"Yup." I was fine to begin with.

"You won't shrink or something, anymore?"