Fatty An secretly wiped away his tears.
Mo Hua sighed, then took Fatty An around the An Family for a stroll. Fatty An's mood improved somewhat, but he suddenly realized something was wrong:
"This is my house. How are you more familiar with it than I am?"
Your family's arrays are laid out too simply. I saw through them at a glance.
Mo Hua said this inwardly, but out of consideration for the An Family's face, he did not say it outright. He only said:
"I'm an Array Master. I figured it out from the arrays."
The arrays had been arranged according to the pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls of the An Family residence. Since Mo Hua had seen through the arrays, working backward, he naturally knew how the An Family residence was constructed.
Artificial hills and waters, halls and pavilions, towers and terraces—every clod of earth and every piece of wood fit the arrays, with traces to follow.
Fatty An said enviously, "Mo Hua, you're amazing. If only I were as clever as you."
Mo Hua said, "You don't need to be discouraged either. Heaven gave birth to my talent, and it must have its use. Think about it—what do you like doing?"
Heaven gave birth to my talent, and it must have its use...
Fatty An felt quite encouraged. He frowned and pondered for a long time, then his eyes lit up:
"I like eating!"
Mo Hua's expression froze.
Fatty An scratched his head. "This... isn't very good, is it?"
"It's... fine, I suppose," Mo Hua said against his conscience.
Fatty An scratched his head again.
Mo Hua said, "Don't mind what others say, and don't mind how others see you. Think carefully—what is the thing you want to do most in this life? You don't need to