"Yes! Yes! Mooching a meal!" Chief Manager Gao said, looking at Zheng Fa with an eagerness more polite than the last visit, "I wonder, is it convenient?"
"Uncle, please come in."
Zheng Fa invited Chief Manager Gao and his son into the courtyard, while his younger sister Zheng Shan scurried over with two small stools.
"This furniture was actually a gift from you, Uncle Gao." Looking at the two small stools, Zheng Fa said with a smile, "I should have thanked you long ago."
"What's this little thing!" Hearing what Zheng Fa said, Chief Manager Gao quickly waved his hand, but the restrained expression he had when he first came in faded quite a bit.
"Uncle, what is this about…?"
"My dear nephew, I've heard from Gao Yuan that you've passed on to him a secret technique of the Immortals?" Chief Manager Gao carefully set down his chopsticks and spoke.
"It's not worthy of being called a secret technique of the Immortals."
