A hint of amusement flickered in Xiao Xiao's eyes.
He looked at Master Mu. "Grandpa Mu, what did you want to see me about?"
"Xiao Xiao."
Master Mu's face took on a reflective look. "It's all thanks to you, child, that our family made it through those crises."
"But you know our situation. We really don't have anything valuable to thank you with."
"The only thing I can offer is my modest skill at woodcarving."
"So I carved this for you as a thank-you gift. I hope you won't mind."
"Your Grandpa Mu went through several pieces of fine wood before he finally got this carving right."
Grandma Tan said with a smile, "He kept saying, 'No, that's not right,' but wouldn't say what was wrong. Then he'd put on a stern face and start over."
"Again and again. I got tired just watching him."
"He sure was patient, starting over each time."
"I couldn't see what was wrong with any of the rejects."
"But when I saw the finished piece, I understood."
The old woman's face showed both admiration and pride.
"Xiao Xiao, I'm sure you'll like this carving."
"Ah Ying, enough talking. Hurry up and take it out so we can see."
Grandpa Xiao looked eager.
"It's not for you."
Master Mu teased him. Then, before Grandpa Xiao could reply, he turned to his son, who had been quiet ever since entering the courtyard. "Asong, give it to Xiao Xiao."
"Okay."
Mu Tan Song stepped forward and carefully handed Xiao Xiao the bag he had been holding.
"Thank you."
Xiao Xiao accepted it, his gaze lingering on Mu Tan Song's face for a few seconds.
Compared to the first time they'd met, Mu Tan Song seemed far less restless and much steadier.
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