Mo Yanchi, getting on in years, didn't really eat sweets much.
But the pastries Bai Zhi'er asked him to taste were quite flavorful.
The little one was thoughtful, having Qingmei bring over those that weren't overly sweet.
Each carried a faint fragrance.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes: "Master, what do you want to teach Zhi'er?"
Mo Yanchi, hearing her ask proactively, quickly set down his teacup and enthusiastically retorted, "What do you want to learn?"
Mind you, as the Six Kingdoms Master, others had to wait for the right moment to consult him.
But now, Mo Yanchi let Bai Zhi'er ask freely.
The little one thought for a moment.
She said, "I want to learn the special skills just like Master!"
Mo Yanchi was thrilled: "What is it? Chess? Strategy? Planning? Or perhaps, policy discussion?"
Bai Zhi'er shook her head, her big eyes blinking, her voice soft and sticky: "I want to disguise as a beggar with Master to test human nature!"
Mo Yanchi almost fell off the stone stool.
