The next morning, Ren Baqian tried on the robe that had just been washed and sun-dried. It felt really good on him. Even though there was no mirror, he could tell that it fitted him just right.
The person who altered his robe was the wife of an odd-job worker. Her skills were rather good.
After giving it a try, he took it off. He did not want that bunch of heartless fellows to smear his robe with paw prints again.
He also did not know when would a spare official robe be sent to him.
While he was free, he went to chat with Teng Hulu and Tie Dao, listening to their stories about that military advisor.
Ever since Ren Baqian started kindergarten, he had stopped worshipping celebrities. He found it to be extremely childish. However, now he was worshipping that military advisor like a desperate fan. He took great interest in even short stories about him.
