The change in Old Li's expression didn't escape Zheng Xiu's notice. He drank two bowls in a row and asked if there was a story behind Zheng Haoran's "fist bumping."
"You've never heard of it?"
Old Li asked in surprise.
Zheng Xiu shook his head.
'My dad died when I was young, so I really don't know anything about it.'
"Oh! You must be one of that old... ahem, one of the Holy Emperor's men, right?"
