Lady Lu squinted her eyes with a smile, "Yes, his mother often says he's not her son but Apollo himself."
"Not Venus?" Manman teased.
Lady Lu let out a chuckle, "Don't listen to what your godmother usually says in jest, she's more convinced than anyone that your Brother Yao is a real man, one who stands tall and upright."
So Mrs. Yao never compared her son to Pan An, the ancient number one beauty, insisting on likening him to Zhou Yong or Apollo instead.
"Your Brother Yao, when it comes to fighting, he's not inferior to your brother, nor to those tall, handsome guys." Lady Lu, thinking her daughter might not believe, told a heroic tale from Mr. Yao's youth, "Back when they were in middle school, one time, a classmate was being beaten up by a group, and your Brother Yao simply picked up a stick and charged to the rescue, managed to break one of the attacker's legs and another's two ribs."
