Gu Jiao stayed behind at noon to accompany Duke An for lunch.
Duke An had a good appetite. In addition to the usual light porridge, he also ate a few bites of the dishes Gu Jiao picked for him.
Gu Jiao picking dishes for him was a test of his chewing function, which he found rather laborious. Had it not been for Gu Jiao’s assistance, he would have been too lazy to eat them.
"You should also eat like this for every meal," Gu Jiao said.
He can’t just drink porridge; he needs to exercise his oral muscles.
"My elder brother, he would not—" Before Jing Second Master could finish, he saw the duke’s fingertip scrawl a ’good’ on the armrest.
Jing Second Master: "..."
After the meal, Duke An had someone take Gu Jiao to visit the small courtyard’s weapon repository.
The repository had all kinds of weapons, some of which belonged to his wife, Xuanyuan Zu, and the rest to Xuanyuan Li, who presented them to Jing Yinyin.
Every time Duke An received weapons from his father-in-law, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yinyin was a girl; why send her all these knives and spears?
"You don’t understand, this child takes after me. She will definitely be a great general in the future!"
"But Yinyin is only one year old. Even if you want to train her, shouldn’t you wait until she’s a bit older? Azi didn’t start practicing martial arts until she was four."
Xuanyuan Zu, the wife of Duke An, is Xuanyuan Li’s own petal daughter.
Every time, Xuanyuan Li would be holding a clueless little Yinyin in his arms, as if afraid she would be snatched away, huffing, "How can Azi compare to Yinyin? Yinyin takes after her grandfather the most! Yinyin must learn martial arts!"
Xuanyuan Li would come to steal the child every now and then.
Only when Duke An woke up and Yinyin was not in the bed did he know she must have been snuck away by Xuanyuan Li in the middle of the night.
"Big brother, big brother!"
Jing Second Master waved his finger in front of Duke An’s eyes.
Duke An came back to his senses and sheepishly glanced at Gu Jiao, who happened to be looking at him with a puzzled face.
A flicker of apology crossed his eyes, and with a fingertip dipped in water, he wrote on the armrest, "I was just thinking of something from the past."
Jing Second Master said, "Xiao Liulang wants to ask if he can just pick any weapon here or what?"
Duke An wrote back with incredible boldness, "They are all yours."
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