Lu Changsheng was not too clear about the outside world's discussions, nor did he care.
He had been living quietly in Qingzhu Mountain these days with his wife Lu Miaoge, son Lu Qingxuan, and daughter Lu Qingqi, accompanying his father-in-law on his last journey.
"Daddy, if I seriously learn to draw talismans, can I be like Sister Wangshu?"
Lu Qingqi had seen Lu Wangshu's capabilities in Red Leaf Valley Market and aspired to be like her.
"You can ask your Sister Wangshu for advice in your daily life."
Lu Changsheng did not directly answer, gently stroking his daughter's hair, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"I asked Sister Wangshu before, and she told me to just be happy and enjoy food and drink every day, not to think too much."
Lu Qingqi pouted as she spoke.
"...."
Lu Changsheng paused, thinking that such words could only come from Lu Wangshu.
