Tang Pozi said mysteriously, "I have another idea. If this doesn't work, I'll chop off my head and kick it like a ball."
"Really? Tell me." Pang Family looked at her expectantly.
Tang Pozi glanced around, leaned closer to Pang Family's ear, and whispered a few words to her.
Upon hearing Tang Pozi's words, Pang Family's eyes lit up.
"This idea is good, much better than the previous lousy suggestion. Arrange it for me immediately, I want to accomplish this today."
In the evening, Su Rende was handling official duties in his study.
Yang Qingyan came in carrying sweet soup and said to Su Rende, "Godfather, I made this sweet soup myself, please try it."
Faced with Yang Qingyan as a younger generation, Su Rende did not criticize.
"What have you been learning lately?" Su Rende asked.
Yang Qingyan replied sweetly, "Qing Yan has been learning the zither from my music master. He says I'm making great progress!"
