"Ba? What ba?"
Nan Qiuqiu tilted her head, looking at Great Pavilion Master Jiang with a puzzled expression.
Was that a slip of the tongue?
Jiang Yi did not answer. He simply kept eating the Snow Plum his daughter had lovingly fed him, while Nan Qiuqiu quickly forgot about it.
Whatever ba was, it was not important...
"This one is tasty too! And this one!"
Nan Qiuqiu happily kept feeding him. Each harbored their own thoughts, yet they somehow looked like a warm and harmonious family.
A moment later.
Sect Master Nan returned after a busy day. Seeing the two in the hall, she froze for a moment before coughing lightly.
"Ahem, Qiuqiu, don't be rude! How can you address an elder by name?"
Nan Shuishui stepped forward and pulled Nan Qiuqiu off Jiang Yi's lap. The girl truly had no sense of propriety.
Was Jiang Yi a name a little girl like her could use? If she could not call him Dad, could she not call him Pavilion Master?
Nan Shuishui secretly glared at her daughter.
Nan Qiuqiu: ...
I'm really speechless, Mom! You've changed your attitude way too fast these past few days.
"Mom~"
Nan Qiuqiu pouted and rolled her eyes at her mother.
She and Jiang Yi had been classmates before, okay? Besides, Jiang Yi himself had agreed that she did not need to call him Pavilion Master.
"Sect Master Nan is too polite! Qiuqiu can be considered my junior schoolmate, so we can address each other however we like..."
Jiang Yi chuckled and discreetly winked at Nan Shuishui.
This was easy. He had experience. If Qiuqiu called me Dad, then you could call me Dad too, and wouldn't our generations line up?
The other way around worked too. I could call Qiuqiu Mom, and then you