Accompanied by the tragic cry of "My bun," Niu Cheng sprang to his feet like he had springs installed, and with a move resembling Monkey Reaching for the Moon, he caught the bun on its rebound after hitting the ground.
This series of actions seemed out of sync with his short and plump stature.
"Ah... I can only take this back to pay respects to my dad," Niu Cheng said as he delicately bounced the bun's skin, his expression filled with regret that he hadn't gotten to eat it.
First, he secured the bun, then turned to pick up his cup of soy milk, feeling nowhere was safe to put it, so he tipped his head back and finished it off.
It was safer in his belly.
"Alright! Now let's settle this!" Niu Cheng said, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at the group of people who knocked his bun over.
At this point, the group simply stared blankly at Niu Cheng, who lifted his chin slightly, clearly impressed by his own agile skills.
"You all saw it, my bun..."
