An Ning's "I dare" startled everyone, but it earned her Yu the Elder's enthusiastic support.
Yu the Elder lifted his long robe, revealing the black silk trousers underneath. He slapped his thigh and said, "Go on, go on! Don't hold back!"
"Alright!"
An Ning reached out and pinched Yu the Elder's thigh, truly putting some force into it.
"Ow, ow—that's great!"
Yu the Elder slapped his own thigh in return. As he looked at An Ning, who had already withdrawn her hand and now stood there poised and clever, his eyes filled with fondness.
"Child, tell Grandpa, what's your name?"
"Are you hungry? Goodness, you've been here all this time and haven't even had a sip of water."
"Son, go buy a bottle of soda!"
After roaring at the middle-aged man, Yu the Elder's expression changed in a flash. He turned to An Ning and said gently, "Or maybe you don't like soda? Tell Grandpa what you like to drink, and Grandpa will get it for you."
