When Mo Hua arrived at Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence, the Bai siblings had already arrived and were reading and cultivating at the small stone table beneath the trees by the pond. Aunt Xue usually did not enter the residence, but waited outside the gate.
When Bai Zisheng saw Mo Hua, he threw down the book in his hands and ran over in high spirits.
Mo Hua handed him one of the small food boxes, along with a little pot of fruit wine. "Eat it later. You only just finished breakfast."
Bai Zisheng had his mouth stuffed with meat, his face full of satisfaction. "It's fine. I told Aunt Xue I didn't have much appetite, so I didn't eat much this morning."
Mo Hua shook his head, then handed the pastries and osmanthus sweet wine to Bai Zixi. Bai Zixi thanked him in a clear, pleasant voice, then ate the pastries in small bites and sipped the sweet wine, her manner graceful and dignified.
Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng, then at Bai Zixi, and thought that even though they were siblings, the gap in their table manners was far too great.
Bai Zisheng had still pretended before to be a well-mannered scion of an aristocratic family, but after becoming familiar with Mo Hua, he no longer cared about any sort of bearing. Now, this little-dog-scrabbling-for-food way of eating truly wasted that handsome face of his.
Mo Hua also delivered some wine and food to Mr. Zhuang and Old Kui, then began asking for guidance on breaking arrays.
Mo Hua had already asked Bai Zisheng about some of the simpler questions. What remained were the more troublesome difficulties, things he could not figure out relying solely on his own knowledge of cultivation.
For example, how to rely on the Array Eye