"Master Chen, come have some tea."
"I don't have much here fit to offer guests. This tea is about the only thing decent enough." At Li Xiang's invitation, Chen Jue sat down beside the tea table.
After a cup of green tea, Chen Jue felt calm inside. He sat chatting with Li Xiang for a while, and before long, a smartly dressed middle-aged woman returned from outside carrying a basket of groceries.
"Li, do we have a guest?" The woman radiated energy the moment she entered. One look told him she managed the household and called the shots. Seeing the unfamiliar Chen Jue, she asked about him.
"This is Master Chen Jue, a new friend who practices Boat Boxing."
"You've dropped Xiaoqin off at school, right?" Li Xiang replied, holding his tea. Then he lowered his voice and told Chen Jue that this was his wife, Li Yanhong. There was a hint of fear in his eyes; clearly, he held his wife in considerable awe.
Who would have thought Li Xiang, such a fearless, indomitable Baji Fist grandmaster, would actually be afraid of his wife? Noticing his expression, Chen Jue found it amusing, and a sympathetic smile appeared on his face.
"Chen Jue?"
"Isn't that the young expert who just took first place in the Grand Martial Arts Competition?"
"So he's the one who injured your hand!" Li Yanhong carried the grocery basket into the kitchen, wiped her hands, and came back out wearing an apron, holding a fruit knife and a platter of fruit. She gave Chen Jue a rather unfriendly look.
"Huh? Haha! It was a friendly match! Injuries happen. It's nothing serious; a week of rest will fix it." Hearing his wife's tone, Li Xiang hurried to his feet and took the fruit platter. He set it