"When we go home for dinner tonight, your sister will naturally see your Uncle Nan. Can't she say whatever she has to say herself? Even taking ten thousand steps back, when your Uncle Nan sees your sister, as a proper elder, could he possibly not give her something? It'll only be better than that shabby little knife of yours!"
Zuo Changlu furiously scolded his son. "You think you're the only one who cares about your sister?"
Shabby little knife?
Better?
Uncle Nan rose to his feet, unable to sit still. "I'd better head back overnight..." he muttered.
If he didn't leave now, he really suspected even his underpants would be left behind. Hadn't he heard his Dragon Blood Flying Knife reduced to a shabby little knife...?
"What do you mean, head back? You've come all this way. Can't I at least give you a meal?"
Zuo Changlu glared. "Do you look down on me, Zuo Changlu? Or do you disdain my humble tea and plain food, finding them too hard to swallow?"
Uncle Nan sheepishly sat down, wiped away his sweat, and muttered, "I really don't look down on you... it's purely because I think far too highly of you..."
Zuo Xiaoduo grew even more certain.
This Uncle Nan definitely had a deep friendship with his family!
In all these years, ever since Zuo Xiaoduo could remember, he had never seen a guest visit his family! Yet this Uncle Nan had come and actually been invited home for dinner by his father. Just how extraordinary their relationship was could well be imagined.
When he looked at Uncle Nan again, other questions couldn't help surfacing in Zuo Xiaoduo's mind.
A question he had already asked Zuo Changlu and Wu Yuting many times.
I have a dad and a mom.
*But where