In the residence of He Lianfang, Zhao Yao sat under the veranda, engrossed in munching an apple.
Watching Zhao Yao nibble at the apple in the same way the emperor did, like a squirrel gnawing on a nut, He Lianfang thought to himself: No doubt they're father and son.
When he was losing his teeth before, Zhao Yao dared not eat apples. Whenever he had an apple, his teeth would surely fall out. Besides avoiding apples, he wouldn't eat anything hard either.
Now, all his teeth have grown back, so there's no need to worry about them suddenly falling out while eating. He intended to eat all the things he didn't dare to before.
"What do you think about the matter of making offerings to Mr. Li?" He Lianfang was also eating an apple, but his was cut into small pieces. His teeth weren't as good as Zhao Yao's for gnawing whole apples.
Zhao Yao spat out the apple seeds in his mouth before saying, "Father did it on purpose."
He Lianfang continued to ask, "What is your father's objective?"
