"Oh! Right! Hehe!" Chen Jiaoyun laughed at her own lack of knowledge.
"I'm telling you, if you don't have your grandfather's skills, don't use words carelessly, okay?" Yang Yajing winked at Chen Jiaoyun. "You're making a fool of yourself!"
"I don't care! I have to be in the right mood!" Chen Jiaoyun raised her small face, not at all discouraged.
Inner hall.
"Grandpa Chen, I'm here!" Yang Yajing greeted Chen Baiyun as soon as she saw him.
"Have a seat? Chrysanthemum tea?" Chen Baiyun handed Yang Yajing a freshly brewed cup of tea. "Is this your thoroughbred horse?"
"Yes! Duke Mu of Qin, will you accept it?" Yang Yajing playfully bowed.
“They’re all little drama queens!” Chen Baiyun exclaimed with a smile, glancing at Chen Jiaoyun.
"I'm nowhere near as good as you, you old drama queen!" Chen Jiaoyun really didn't hold back when it came to him.
"Hahahaha!" Chen Baiyun laughed heartily, then waved to Zhou Pengfei, who was still reserved, gesturing for him to sit down.
"Master Chen... Master Chen." Zhou Pengfei was a little at a loss. He was excited to see the master, but... he secretly cursed Yang Yajing in his heart: Damn it! Didn't she give me any mental preparation?
"Don't call me Master Chen anymore, just call me Grandpa like they do!" Chen Baiyun tried to put Zhou Pengfei at ease.
“Grandpa Chen, you can ask me a question now!” Yang Yajing took a sip of tea and started the conversation.
"Give...give questions?" Zhou Pengfei was embarrassed and a little nervous. He tugged at Yang Yajing, "What kind of questions? You didn't tell me there would be a test."
"Pfft! Don't babble like a fan when they see their idol, okay? Be normal! Aren't you ashamed?" Yang Yajing chuckled mischievously.
"It's just meeting my idol, isn't it?" Zhou Pengfei muttered to himself.
"Wow! My grandpa is your idol? You're going to draw comic strips too?" Chen Jiaoyun asked curiously.
"No, I want to be an illustrator." Zhou Pengfei was a little more relaxed when facing Chen Jiaoyun, who was the same age as him.
"An illustrator? What's your style?" Chen Baiyun asked.
“There’s no style yet, it’s just… it’s just…” Zhou Pengfei glanced at Yang Yajing, as if pleading for help.
"Say what you think, my grandpa doesn't eat people!" Chen Jiaoyun rolled her eyes.
"Please feel free to speak," Chen Baiyun replied affirmatively.
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