"Handle specific problems in specific ways! For example, if it's two small peaches, Master can definitely eat them, but if it's two large peaches, Master definitely can't..."
The little girl squinted her eyes, "Master, are you talking nonsense? I've heard of book authors on earth filling word count, Master must be filling words!"
You've seen through it?
Chen Ye smiled.
The older girl appeared respectful, "I hope Master can enlighten us!"
However, Zhiwei, though appearing humble, had a somewhat aggressive tone.
The disciples are middle mountain wolves indeed...
But as a Master, how could he be manipulated by his disciples?
Chen Ye was angry, and simply picked up the two little girls in his arms, pretended to bite their soft white cheeks, and angrily said:
"Peaches might be difficult to eat, but eating you both is a piece of cake... Hmm, braised Qing Jun, steamed Zhiwei!"
The disciples held in Master's arms lost their previous momentum instantly.
