So even though it was annoying, Gu Tao still followed Xin and greeted everyone.
"Mom, I feel really ashamed as the senior apprentice," said Xin Chen, who was helping to cut vegetables in the kitchen, "The apprentice is truly someone chosen by fate. I've never seen it this lively in all these years; the revival of our tradition seems hopeful."
Xin's mother smiled and stuffed a piece of sausage into Xin Chen's mouth: "Your late master longed for this for so many years, it's exactly what he wanted."
"Yes."
"You know, back in the day, you were a beauty renowned far and wide; how did you come to marry that old coot, my master?"
"Him?" Xin's mom rolled her eyes in thought: "How can I put it, do you think your junior apprentice looks like him?"
"He does! The spitting image! Sometimes when I see the apprentice, I get confused, it's like seeing the master. It's not about the looks, but those eyes, that aura—it's as if he was carved from the same mold as the master."
