Li Dai listened with an open mind, nodding repeatedly, though inwardly she thought: truly, an old ginger is hot, he has lived so many years and become a regular fox.
It seems the old saying that ginger is spicier the older it gets is indeed a timeless truth. Watching his granddaughter carry herself with such poise, Li Qiankun grew more fond of her with every glance.
In one's twilight years, knowing that further cultivation is out of reach, one instead yearns more for children and grandchildren gathered around, enjoying the warmth of domestic happiness.
Chapter 88