So many good things here, I bet he won't end up getting any.
That little ancestor is really domineering; if there's any fruit, he's sure to hoard it all for himself. No way he's sharing with me.
Forget it, forget it, I'm already used to eating stuff from Huayan Peak. These fruits weren't meant for me anyway, just give them to the little ancestor.
"Little Prince, I'm back."
Holding the basket with one hand, I push open the tent door.
"Why are you only back now, what time is it already?" The little ancestor was getting anxious, almost starving to death.
Everyone says he's fussy, like a delicate little girl, but what can he do? He's been pampered since childhood, always having the best of everything.
Suddenly coming to a place like Huayan Peak, even the water here tastes funny; what can he do if he can't eat?
Being picky was a habit nurtured by the Emperor, so he continues being particular.
