Old Han had just stuffed the last bit of baked bun into his mouth, a look of bliss on his face. "This tastes alright, just mediocre, not as good as my apprentice's cooking." He wondered if he could wheedle a couple more meals when he got back.
He casually wiped his mouth and then leisurely made his way inside.
"What are you shouting for? Here I am. Man is iron, food is steel; skip a meal and you'll feel it."
As Old Han walked in, Li Mo's teacher, Doctor Wang, immediately stood up, respectfully looking towards Old Han.
"Teacher."
Old Han immediately raised his hand, stopping him from saying what he was about to say.
"Uh, hold it right there. I'm not your teacher, I'm only a decade or so older than you. Please, don't age me before my time, thank you."
Old Han gave Doctor Wang a sharp look and spoke up—he'd only taught him some basics; there was no need to call him a teacher.
Besides, would he really take on such an old apprentice? Are you kidding?
