That evening, Ni Guangli cooked a couple of dishes as usual.
Since the doctor had repeatedly warned him not to drink, Ni Guangli had made a pot of clear soup instead. They had more or less finished their meal, and now the two men were each slowly sipping half a bowl of soup to round things off.
"Hey, Little Sang, let me tell you something. When you're chasing a girl, you've got to focus your efforts on the girl herself. What's the use of putting in all this work on her dad!"
The comment from Ni Guangli came out of the blue.
Sang Yuan hadn't expected him to suddenly pierce that thin veil. Caught completely off guard, he nearly choked on his soup. He blinked a few times before quickly thinking of a clever way to ease the awkwardness:
"They say it takes brothers to hunt a tiger and a father-son duo to win a war. The fortress is just too hard to breach, so I had no other choice, did I?~"
