After scolding Gu Che, the old master lifted his eyes to see Qinghe, his old face instantly beaming like a bloomed chrysanthemum. He examined her up and down and then frowned slightly, saying with concern, "You girl, always busy outside, and now look at you, you've become so thin. Later, I'll tell them to make you some good food to nourish you. You too, not even calling ahead before you come back. Grandpa also wants to prepare your favorite dishes in advance."
Qinghe smiled, linking arms with him, "Grandpa, I'm not an outsider. Why would I need to call before coming home? I'm fine with eating whatever's available, I'm not that delicate."
It seemed his granddaughter's words pleased him, as the old master's eyes crinkled with joy. Gu Che shook his head secretly; although the old master was now elderly, in his youth he had emerged from the battlefield, his presence was no joke. However, when it came to Qinghe, he'd turn into a fussy old mother.
