"Milk, huh? You fucking want some grandpa to drink too?"
Ren Ye slumped on the ground, rolling his eyes and swearing. "I don't even know where to get you solid food, and now you want something to drink too? Even the lords in the city don't eat as well as you."
"But the lords in the city don't have a Lion-Tiger, and I do!" Little One instantly turned adorable, looking both crafty and extraordinarily tactful. "Everyone back home says a teacher for a day is a father for life. From today onward... you're my father who loves me in every way."
"...!"
Ren Ye stared at the impish little hell-raiser in surprise. "That way you instantly adopted a dad looks awfully familiar."
"Daoist Chu said you learn from whoever you follow." Little One blinked his sparkling eyes. "Birds that follow a phoenix will always be fine-looking, and you'll never find a Black Tortoise egg among a bunch of ordinary turtles."
"Your Daoist Chu is getting worse with age. Now he's even using children to insult people." Ren Ye shook his head helplessly. Turning his hand over, he took some dry rations, a flask of water, and some braised meat from his Consciousness Space. "Your Lady Tang isn't here. I really have nowhere to squeeze out fresh milk for you. Make do with this."
"Lion-Tiger, I'm not picky!!"
Little One instantly became an eating warrior, holding a steamed flatbread in one hand and braised meat in the other, drooling as he ate.
"Looking like that... I really don't know what the Great Emperor saw in you." Despite his grumbling, Ren Ye held the flask for him and urged, "It's all yours. Eat slowly...!"
On the grass, Little One acted as though he had come for a picnic, polishing off six steamed