A maid picked up a floral handkerchief from a tray, walked down, and headed straight for the table in the middle.
Lu Chengwen was still leaning close to Mo Chen, trying to cozy up to him.
"Old Mo, compared to the last time we met, you seem even more spirited."
Mo Chen laughed heartily. "You flatter me, Cheng Wen. An old man only gets older. How could he possibly become younger?"
"Why haven't I seen your eldest grandson today? I've met Zigui and your second grandson. I've long heard that the eldest is a Favored Child of Heaven, brilliant and extraordinarily talented."
"The eldest is tied up with official business in Northern Country. Sigh, he's always running all over the place for work. Nothing to be done about it."
"Tsk, tsk. We have an old saying in Northern Country: 'the youngest son and the eldest grandson.' You must dote on your eldest grandson the most. Yet he's so capable that he still has to work himself to the bone like this."
Mo Chen nodded and leaned closer to chat with Lu Chengwen. "When you get old, the first grandson is the one you pour the most effort and affection into..."
Lu Chengwen said, "But your eldest grandson has made something of himself, and that reflects well on you too. In the end, a man like him ought to..."
Before he could finish, the maid who had been standing beside him for quite some time tugged at his sleeve with a dark expression.
Lu Chengwen turned around. "What is it?"
The maid handed him the floral handkerchief. "This is for you."
Lu Chengwen looked down at it, then raised his head to look at the maid. "What does this mean?"
"The Eldest Daughter thinks your answer was good." The maid said