Little Bear took out the things in the brocade box and placed them aside. Then, he retrieved his small dagger and placed it inside the box and happily showed it off to his father. "Father, is it so pretty?"
Qi Haoran rolled his eyes and turned to Mu Yangling. "Why hasn't the child corrected this bad habit of speech yet?" He turned around and said to his son, "There's no need to add the word 'so' when asking if something is pretty. Just ask 'is it pretty?'."
Little Bear asked persistently, "Is it pretty?"
Qi Haoran nodded. "Yes it is."
Mu Yangling picked up the skewer on the couch and asked, "Where did this come from? Why is it in the brocade box?"
"It's a gift from the Luodian." Qi Haoran pursed his lips. "What's the meaning of giving me a skewer of grains? Could it be that he wants to donate military rations to my army? Then he could have just written a list and handed it over. Why did he have to put a skewer of grains in a brocade box? Hmph, I simply ignored them."
