Mrs. Zhou had grown used to Zhi's increased appetite over the past couple of days, smiling as she refilled his bowl. Zhi buried his head in his food, and Xiqiu looked at him with concern, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief: "Slow down; you'll end up with indigestion."
Zhi slowed down a bit, but his mind was preoccupied with the martial arts routine Tong Quanzi had taught him that morning, and he was eager to practice more.
"Zhi." Xiqiu put her bowl down and looked at him, asking, "Do you truly want to learn martial arts?" Zhi hesitated, his eyes flickering and keeping silent with a mouthful of food, finally nodding: "Yes, martial arts are interesting, much more so than the rigid stuff in books."
Xiqiu used the handkerchief to wipe away a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth, gazing at him lovingly...
