Xiao Jizi didn't understand what the commotion was about, but since the simpleton was always happy to see him, he didn't think too much about it.
As he passed Xiao Linzi, he patted him on the shoulder and dropped a line, "Any roasted chicken left?"
Without stopping in his tracks, he nodded towards Da Zhuang as if to say hello.
"There's still..." Before the word could leave his mouth, Xiao Linzi realized and immediately clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head. He couldn't say it.
While running, Xiao Jizi found a moment to look back and saw the situation—even asking this simpleton was useless!
Knowing that his master and Nanny Qi, along with the roasted chicken, were at the pavilion, he ran straight there.
When he got to the pavilion, he was dumbfounded. There was not a soul on the pavilion, and it was spotlessly clean, not a chicken bone in sight, as if there had never been any roasted chicken at all!
