Cao Cao looked at Cao Ang, who already showed the fearless ambition like his own when he established the Five-Color Staff, "You're still far from it, a little tiger perhaps. Right now, you're at most a calf!"
Cao Ang looked defiantly at Cao Cao. Long ago, he wanted to face his father directly, but now that he could look at Cao Cao without fear, he yearned to return to that reverent state. He had grown up, and his father had aged.
"Not bad," Cao Cao praised, noting that even valiant generals like Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan couldn't help turning their heads from his gaze.
"After writing behind closed doors for a month, go to the Imperial Secretary Mansion to learn household matters from Zhong Yuanchang." Cao Cao indicated that Cao Ang could leave. His son's excellence comforted him, yet made him wonder if he was growing old.
