Lin Fu'an: "Someone, help Ah You to the inner room to rest, quick!"
Inner room.
Lin Shuyou was half-lying, half-sitting in the center on the Taishi Chair.
Below were two rows of temple elders sitting.
Ah You's mother brought a bowl of sobering soup, feeding her son little by little with a spoon.
Lin Shuyou woke up and smiled at his mother.
The sobering soup had little effect; his drunkenness could only be overcome by his own will, but as soon as he opened his eyes and looked down below,
Grandfather, Master, Martial Uncle, Martial Peers, Father...
All sat carefully below, in the same posture, half-bent, glancing sideways, looking up at him.
This was indeed a novel perspective.
For a moment, Lin Shuyou's mind started wandering again. Surely, the drunkenness lingered.
After several forceful blinks, he wondered why everyone was in this posture.
Child: "Hic... Because they need to meet your eyes."
Lin Shuyou: "Hic... Am I that short?"
