Elder Tong is a descendant of the royal family. Yi Roujing felt a bit wistful; time is harsh. The pride rooted in one's blood has had its edges smoothed over by the years. In his seventies, with no children or grandchildren by his side, how lonely he must be.
Though he says dismissive things, his actions tell a different story. After interacting with Elder Tong today, Yi Roujing found him to be like an old child, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, truly a lonely and solitary person deep down.
"We should invite Elder Tong to our home often; he always talks about the baozi. We could also introduce a few friends to him so he won't feel so lonely," Yi Roujing suggested, looking at Xu Ancheng.
"Ah," Xu Ancheng sighed, "You're so considerate. To be honest, even if I can guess some things, I don't think deeply about them. After all, I'm a man. I only suggested before that Elder Tong should go out and see the world a bit more."
