Genshin Impact, the spear remains.

In the end, Xiangling was taken away by her mother, who rushed in.

And judging from her demeanor, I might have to give her a good scolding when we get home.

"Hmm, that little kid must be Xiao Mao's child."

Watching the mother and daughter's retreating figures, Old Master Bai stood in front of the warehouse door and yawned.

As people get older, they do tend to feel tired more easily.

"How is the child?"

"Nothing much, just a slightly troublesome guy."

The dark clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, and the rising sun shone its light on the earth, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Bai Qiyun covered his forehead with his palm and looked ahead until the two figures disappeared at the end of the street.

There were fewer Jueyun peppers in the warehouse, and he still had a lot of things to do, including his schoolwork.

He trembled at the thought of that violent female teacher at the private school.

That guy is definitely a great teacher, but he's even better at disciplining people. If I don't hand in my homework tomorrow...

Just thinking about that scene sent a chill down Bai Qiyun's spine. He slunk back to the warehouse and continued to shake his head and sway his head while holding his pile of books.

"Oh."

Looking at his somewhat disheveled grandson, Grandpa Bai smiled.

Sometimes, looking at these little kids can really make you happy.

"If the rain is incessant and lasts for months, with howling winds..."

The boy's somewhat immature voice echoed in the vast warehouse, and for some reason, it sounded with a hint of helplessness.

That night, the lights in Wanmintang went out, and Master Mao, who had been busy all day, finally had time to rest with his family.

Master Mao and his wife were lying on the bed, chatting about everyday things, while Xiangling was obediently tidying up the things she would need for the first day of school the next day.

Just as the private school was starting, the couple once again brought up the issue of their child's education.

But at home, Master Mao was no longer as amiable as he was when dealing with guests; contrary to his usual behavior, he became extremely harsh and unfriendly.

The middle-aged man slammed his calloused hands on the mattress several times, looking quite fierce.

This drew frequent glances from Xiangling, but in her opinion, her father's demeanor was precisely a case of being all bark and no bite.

How could someone who usually wouldn't dare contradict their mother suddenly become so forceful?

The little guy pouted and continued to bury himself in packing his schoolbag.

In stark contrast to the man, the woman remained unmoved, leaning against the mattress.

She flipped her fingers with great interest, as if they held some of the most precious treasure in the world, unwilling to look away.

But actually she was just checking if her fingernails were scratched.

"I don't care, Xiangling absolutely has to learn to cook!"

Master Mao, looking indignant, was breathing heavily through his nostrils, his large hands clasped in his chest, his resolve unwavering.

Although the man's voice was firm, the woman was not to be outdone.

"Study, study, study? What's there to study? At this age, you should be focusing on your studies; going to school is the right path!"

She rolled her eyes at her husband, then pretended nothing had happened.

"What era are we living in? You're still thinking about your old ideas. Now we should focus on studying and learning, and adapt to the times."

It seemed that Madam Mao was earnestly advising her husband, but in reality, she was speaking to Xiao Xiangling, who was standing to the side.

The little guy, who was quietly packing his schoolbag, perked up his ears as soon as he heard that their conversation was about him, wanting to hear what they were up to.

"What's wrong with what I'm doing? I'm a cook, my dad was a cook, my family has been cooks for generations, and we've never seen anyone go hungry."

Clearly, Master Mao was not convinced by the mother's explanation. He stared with his large, round eyes and shook his head with an air of authority.

"I didn't say Xiangling couldn't learn to cook. We can wait until the child is older—"

"A little older? When the child grows up, there won't be time!"

As he spoke, Master Mao's voice unconsciously rose in volume. He stretched his neck, straightened his back, and shouted loudly on the bed.

Perhaps not expecting her husband to dare yell at her for this, Madam Mao proved herself to be a woman of great courage and determination.

Her brows furrowed, her eyes glared angrily, and all her previous gentle and charming demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce tigress staring at Master Mao.

"You, surnamed Mao! Try calling me that again!"

Looking at his wife's sleeves, which were already rolled up to her forearms, Master Mao secretly swallowed.

Don't let his big frame fool you; if it really came down to a fight, ten of him wouldn't be enough to take down his wife. She's a real women's army soldier who trained under the commander of the Thousand Rock Army.

As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge... oh no, I mean a good man doesn't fight with a woman. As a polite and well-mannered husband in Liyue, one should know how to be considerate and how can one let one's wife suffer grievances?

In an instant, the momentum he had painstakingly built up dissipated completely, and Master Mao looked completely deflated.

Even without looking behind her, Xiangling, who was squatting on the ground, knew what had happened. She gave an awkward laugh a few times and then continued to pack her schoolbag.

—Huh? A chef?

The girl's hand was interrupted by her thoughts, and some arrogant guy stepped out of her memory and kicked her hard on the head.

Her gaze grew increasingly resolute as she reminisced, and at that moment she even bore a resemblance to her mother.

"I'm not..."

Sitting on the bed, Master Mao lowered his head and muttered to himself. He felt extremely uncomfortable facing his wife, but he still felt that his daughter should learn to cook.

"I've made up my mind!"

Suddenly, the girl's shout interrupted the couple's conversation, and Madam Mao looked at her daughter with some surprise.

The little guy was swinging his backpack, which had only a few books, through the air, looking like a complete little madman.

If it weren't for her long, dark blue hair hanging down her back, people would easily mistake her for some silly boy.

"I want to be a chef!"

"ha?"

"ha!"

The couple spoke in unison, one expressing surprise and the other shock.

Madam Mao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, quickly ran down to hug her daughter, placing her large hands on Xiangling's forehead and muttering to herself.

"Nothing's wrong, why would you suddenly go crazy?"

Even though she lowered her voice, Xiangling could still hear her clearly from so close.

The little one struggled a few times in its mother's arms.

"I'm not sick! I said I want to be a chef!"

Sensing the little one's resistance, Madam Mao quickly loosened her embrace and released Xiangling.

But there was still a hint of worry in her eyes when she looked at her daughter.

"Ignore what your dad is saying; it's all nonsense."

"Feed... I'm still here."

Upon hearing this, the little guy shook his head.

Xiangling understood her mother's good intentions, but she didn't make the decision because of her father's words; her reason was actually quite simple.

"Why is that?"

If it weren't for this, Madam Mao really wouldn't know why her daughter suddenly wanted to be a chef today, even though she had clearly said before that she was going to school.

Xiao Xiangling stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

"The guy I met today was a chef, so I want to be a chef too!"

That guy today? Ah, you mean Bai Qiyun from the Bai family, right?

Madam Mao found it somewhat amusing when she recalled the scene of her dragging her daughter back from the warehouse.

—What's going on? It's just a fight between kids.

She was about to scold her daughter for making such a hasty decision about such an important life event.

But then she thought, since this kind of pointless fighting spirit would only last a few days anyway, she might as well use this "three-minute enthusiasm" to teach the little guy a lesson and let him know that perseverance is the most valuable thing.