Their exchange left Shen Lin overwhelmed with emotion, and it took him a long time to settle down.
He had so much he wanted to say, but at that moment, even the finest words seemed woefully inadequate before Ji Ting.
Shen Lin fought to contain his emotions. "Little Ji, I can't promise anything else, but these two technologies will definitely bear your name."
Ji Ting shook his head again. Shen Lin hadn't expected him to refuse even this. "I don't need the credit for success, but I'll certainly do my part to achieve it."
The moment he finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out. "Good. Well said."
They turned toward the voice. Shen Lin called out, "Grandpa," and hurried over to support him.
But Shen Gongda pushed his hand away and walked up to Ji Ting with his cane. "Young man, what's your name?"
"Hello, sir. My name is Ji Ting."
"Good, good." The old general nodded, his cloudy eyes studying Ji Ting with a keen gaze. "It's been a long time since I've met a young man with so much promise and such generosity of spirit."
Then Shen Gongda turned to Shen Lin. "Go tell the kitchen to make braised pork. Little Ji is staying for dinner."
"They can make braised pork, but you can only have one piece. The doctor said your blood sugar..."
Before he could finish, the old general gave his calf a light tap with his cane. "Just go when I tell you to!"
Shen Lin smiled helplessly and turned to Ji Ting. "Little Ji, have a seat. I'll be right back."
When he returned, the old man and the young man were already chatting. Shen Gongda did most of the talking, while Ji Ting listened quietly.
"When we were fighting in Korea, we had