Lan Yin took a deep breath. 'This is my own child, my flesh and blood,' he told himself, and compromised once again.
Only when the shrimp in the bucket were all uniform in size and perfectly intact did the stern expression on Xiao Yu's little face finally soften.
"This should be enough. Let's hurry home. Female Mother needs these right away."
Lan Yin carried the bucket in one hand and picked up Xiao Yu with the other. But before he could continue their earlier reunion, Xiao Yu suddenly sighed.
"Why haven't I transformed yet? If I grew a pair of legs, I could play with my big brother."
"Is it because my aptitude is too poor? My brother can already catch rabbits, but I can't even walk."
The little fellow looked quite crestfallen, his small head hung low in utter dejection.
