Yan Xun's wife's eyes twinkled as she smiled and said, "Our child has never smiled like this in front of us, but now, upon seeing Mr. Lu, he seems as joyful as if he has met an old friend. Why don't we have Mr. Lu give our child a name?"
Women are, after all, attentive to detail. When she noticed that Lu Yu carried himself with exceptional poise and spoke with an air of having a world of his own, she began to ponder. After all, a person's name is to accompany them for life, and the ancients even believed that it was linked to one's destiny.
Upon hearing his wife's words, Yan Xun's eyes suddenly lit up. He reproached himself for not having thought of it sooner. He was grateful that his wife brought it up; otherwise, he would surely have regretted it greatly later on.
"Indeed, Mr. Lu is a learned man; he will surely come up with a better name than us simpletons."
