Yao Qixian nodded in agreement. "He really does have some talent."
Old Master Qin looked at Cheng Lang. "Young man, you've got a quick mind. You're quite amusing, too. When you have time, you can come stroll around my estate with your boss more often. I'm old now, and I quite enjoy talking with young people like you."
Cheng Lang glanced at Qin Mu and obediently said, "If my boss is willing to bring me, I'll definitely come. The birthday star is blessed by the heavens. If I spend more time around you, I can share in some of your good fortune."
Old Master Qin said with a smile, "You're a good kid, but a little too thin. A lad of eighteen or nineteen is still growing. Make sure you eat more. When the banquet starts later, remember to eat plenty."
Cheng Lang replied with a grin, "Thank you for your concern, Old Master. When the banquet begins, I'll definitely eat an extra bowl of rice."
Old Master Qin nodded in satisfaction. He liked sensible young people.
Seeing Old Master Qin chatting so happily with Cheng Lang, Qin Mi grew even more dissatisfied. "Grandpa, are we just letting this go? He only said a few random things. How does that count as crosstalk? He's clearly just fooling you."
At that, Cheng Lang immediately said, "Actually, I also prepared a solo crosstalk routine for your birthday—"
"Better not." Old Master Qin waved a hand and said leisurely, "I'm afraid if this child keeps talking, I won't be able to stop myself from taking in a clever, obedient godson. Then you father and son will be so angry you'll pass out."
Qin Third and Qin Mi flushed red and fell silent awkwardly.
Cheng Lang had not expected the old man to be