"Yoohoo," Yang Chuxia laughed, "you've learned well in respecting your teacher. It seems your teacher didn't teach you in vain, and Ye Wu didn't care for you for nothing." As if she didn't know, she knew this boy liked the soft sword, and Ye Wu spent quite a sum to get one for him. He often brought things back for Yangyang and was very patient in teaching martial arts, strict when necessary, and relaxed when appropriate.
"My master is very good to me," Yangyang said, looking up, "He teaches me kung fu earnestly. Brother said, although he used to be my father's guard, he's my master now, and I can't treat him the same as before."
"Hmm, your brother is right." Yang Chuxia agreed with Lele's words and flicked Yangyang's forehead, "Silly boy, how could your mother forget such a thing? The gift is ready for you. Do you want to deliver it now or wait until noon?"
