The Fu Xiqin pouted, "Brother Jin, although Gu Jingyan has a bit of my master's scent on him, I really can't see how he's like the master at all. You say give something to eat, but he hands it directly to the Ancestor, feeding the Ancestor bit by bit, how nice it is. Instead, he stands at the door, as if showing off from a thousand miles away. What is that supposed to be? The master wouldn't do that; the master would definitely go straight in."
The little crow pondered, "You don't think he's like him? But Gu Jingyan isn't your master; how can he see the door with the barrier set by the Ancestor?"
The Fu Xiqin had a late realization: "Whoa, how did he do that? That's so odd; he doesn't have spiritual power or a third eye!"
The two little ones were chirping and discussing.
Meanwhile, Zuzi opened the food box and saw layer upon layer of beautiful and fragrant handmade pastries. It was obvious they were carefully selected; Mr. Gu's love for his granddaughter was indeed genuine.
