Chapter 94: A real man, a big tofu—how could he shed tears?

But no one laughed, not even the little Yue Yue, she climbed down from the stool and placed the small bowl in front of Kang Zhi Xia.

"Uncle Kang Zhi Xia, this is clean, my mother's sweet and sour spare ribs are the best, there's none left afterward, Yue Yue saved some for you." The little girl's big eyes were unstained by any dust.

Just now Jiang Yunchu still thought that the little girl herself liked it and would store food.

But, I didn't expect that.

This little girl had actually saved it for Kang Zhi Xia; seeing he had no time to eat, she deliberately took a clean small bowl and placed three pieces of the most popular sweet and sour spare ribs for him.

"Thank you, Yue Yue." Kang Zhi Xia's face turned slightly red.

For the first time, being taken care of by a little girl, this feeling was novel yet warm.

Kang Zhi Chun laughed and shook her head, "Since that's the case, I won't hide it either; here, I saved some for you—don't say that as your sister I don't pity you."

Likewise, two pieces of spare ribs.

Then……

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Brother, mine." Zhiqiu felt a bit embarrassed; everyone else had saved two pieces, but she was greedy and ate an extra one herself.

Everyone, whether they had two pieces or one, placed them in front of Kang Zhi Xia.

Kang Zhi Xia looked and saw that there was already half a plate's worth in front of him.

The dish that had been the least just now had now all ended up before him.

His eyes were a little red, "Today I made a mistake, yet you still treat me this way—don't you dislike me?"

He voiced the question from his heart.

After all, the cause of everything is himself!

Ning Hanmo saw him like that and said disdainfully, "A real man, a big tofu, how could he shed tears?"

"Wiped!"

Now, whose words are most effective? Certainly Ning Hanmo's—even if Kang Zhi Xia's mother came, her words wouldn't work as well as his.

"Oh."

Kang Zhi Xia wiped his eyes; that tiny bit of moisture was gone.

Ning Hanmo placed his injured arm on his shoulder and said, "Brother, I'm just saying, everyone in this room, one by one, who hasn't been a troublemaker as a child?"

Besides a few girls, Ning Hanmo and Ning Qiancheng also had plenty of mischief—they were the notorious playboys of Ning Jing.

Kang Wen and Kang Wu—needless to say, haven't they caused enough trouble in the Kang Fu?

If it weren't for the connections of Kang Mengxian and Qing Feng Da Ru, they wouldn't just be temporarily returning home; they'd likely be permanently expelled from the academy, and only their two names would remain on the roll.

As for Kang Zhi Xia… cough cough, doesn't he himself know what he's like?

"So, that's how we've come this far—clean up our act, and from now on just be good people."

"What obstacle can't we get past!"

"From now on, study well, practice calligraphy, train martial arts, think about what we'll do in the future, how to uphold our family's standing."

Ning Hanmo's words, sentence by sentence, though they were advice, were also his own heartfelt thoughts.

No one spoke in the room.

Kang Zhi Xia's thoughts leapt in bursts; just moments ago he was thinking about the troublemaker business, now he was thinking about how to uphold the family's standing.

"We Kang Clan have our great-uncle and my father."

Kang Zhi Xia instinctively replied, "The family's standing doesn't need him to prop it up!"

"Stupid!"

If Ning Hanmo's hand weren't bandaged, he'd want to give him a knock on the head no matter what.

Let him also experience what it feels like to give someone a knock on the head.

"Your father and great-uncle won't grow old."

"Take your grandfather, for example—he can still hold on now, but for how long?"

"People, they all grow old."

"We still need to establish ourselves; pointing at anyone else is no good compared to pointing at ourselves." Ning Hanmo spoke like a little adult, sentence by sentence.

Jiang Yunchu's eyes narrowed slightly, the arc tiny, and she also felt a sigh in her heart.

Several children of the Kang Clan were lost in thought.

But……

"All right, you're still young—you should eat, drink, be playful, but in moderation."

"Take it slow."

"The rescue mission, we, succeeded." Ning Hanmo's hand ached, but he endured the pain and lifted a bowl of soup.

Seeing his action, everyone lifted the bowl of silver ear lotus seed soup in front of them.

"Success."

Several youths, in their prime years, in the years they should be carefree, enjoyed the fruits of victory.

Jiang Yunchu did not speak.

Today, she had achieved all her goals; as for Kang Zhi Xia, she watched and waited.

The next day, the first class was Kang Mengxian's.

When she saw Ning Hanmo's bandaged hand, her eyelid twitched.

Although as soon as she arrived in the morning, she heard people from Ningguang Yuan say that yesterday's commotion here had been somewhat big, but she hadn't expected it to be this big.

With injuries all over, he surely can't lift a pen for at least three days, right!

"Sir, I'm fine; these three days I just can't write, after three days I'll catch up with everyone's progress." Ning Hanmo couldn't stand, but it didn't hinder him from sitting and performing a salute.

Kang Mengxian nodded, said nothing, and continued the class.

"Yun chu, your movements are a bit too big—you can't hit a child like that!"

"Now that child is well-behaved—how could you lay a hand on him?"

The maternal grandfather hadn't yet understood the situation when he walked to Ningguang Yuan.

These days, Jiang Yunchu has been at Ningguang Yuan, worrying over the children's agricultural song—it's catchy, but it also needs someone to compile it!

Others couldn't keep up with her mind; they had the young masters try, but they gave up in the end, so it has to be her doing it.

"Hit a child? Lay a hand on him?"

Jiang Yunchu lifted her head, full of doubt.

"Ning Hanmo is already very well-behaved—among these children, he's made the most progress."

"Children need to be taught little by little, can't be rushed." Although he dotes on his granddaughter, he also likes that Ning Hanmo lad—his mind is quick, he learns fast, and he's very sensible.

A child like this, beaten up like this—who can he reason with?

Wait!

Jiang Yunchu suddenly realized something.

She pointed at herself, "You wouldn't think his bandaged hand is from me hitting him, would you?"

Kang Mengxian sat opposite, realized he was wrong—just now he was anxious, afraid his granddaughter would go down a rabbit hole and overpush the child.

"What's going on?"

"Bai Zhi, tell Kang Meng Master the situation." Jiang Yunchu called out Bai Zhi, the smile on her face carrying a hint of deep meaning.

Bai Zhi personally protects Jiang Yunchu; unless the Princess Consort has orders, she stays by the Princess Consort's side.

"Kang Meng Master, the situation is like this……"

"In the end, our Young Master wore his hands raw—actually, not just his hands, but his thighs and inner calves were all scraped." Bai Zhi's nature is somewhat lively; when she tells a story, her eyebrows dance, vivid and lifelike.

But being too vivid made Kang Mengxian's old face flush.

Alright……

Again, it's because of his grandson.

……