Elder Qin said, "Alright, I'll go another day to teach him some military grappling techniques. Those he should be able to learn."
Although Gu Dashan was older, in the Northwest, there were those who joined the military at forty. These people couldn't match those who practiced martial arts from a young age, but with a year or two of strong effort, results could still be achieved.
Gu Jinli was very pleased to hear this, and thanked Elder Qin. Brother Cheng, mimicking her, also gave his thanks nearby.
Listening to Brother Cheng's childish voice, Elder Qin's smile grew even brighter.
Qin Er Lang came out of the kitchen, saw Elder Qin smiling so happily, and gave Brother Cheng a not-so-kind look, snorting, "Hmph!"
Unexpectedly, Brother Cheng wailed out loud, directly bursting into tears, which left Qin Er Lang stunned. What did he do? He just snorted, yet this little kid cried—and cried so pitifully.
