The landlord placed the freshly cooked dishes on the table one by one, untying her apron while saying:
"I really didn't expect it, that young man looked so fair and refined, who would have thought he'd become a Martial Artist."
"Mom, you've mentioned that several times already," Zhou Xue handed the bowl of rice to her mother and couldn't help but say.
"You silly girl, he's a Martial Artist! I've only ever seen them on TV before now."
"So what? What does that have to do with us?" Zhou Xue responded.
The landlord picked up her chopsticks and said, "What do you mean 'nothing to do with us'? After all, we're neighbors, and having more connections means more paths. Who knows, we might need his help in the future. You should be polite and call him Brother Shouyi when you see him, okay?"
Zhou Xue pursed her lips, "I won't do that, it's better to rely on yourself than on others. Don't worry, Mom, I will become a Martial Artist myself someday."
