Zhi nodded: "I saw him, and I also saw the Elder General drill the troops; truly impressive." His eyes were full of envy: "When I grow up, I want to become a general commanding thousands, like..." He suddenly remembered his father: "Like my father and Elder General Chen!"
Min patted his shoulder: "Great, Third Brother is waiting for that day! When it comes, Third Brother will surely give you the rank of general..." He reconsidered and thought the rank insufficient: "I'll name you Marquis Wuwei."
Zhi nodded eagerly: "Great, great!" But suddenly something seemed off about Min's words: "You will bestow it on me?" He looked at Min with suspicion.
Min laughed.
"Alright, alright, enough talk. Go wash your hands and eat." Xiqiu urged Zhi, fearing he would notice more. Zhi pulled Min along: "Third Brother, let's wash your hands together." Min nodded, and Zhi asked him quietly: "Third Brother, where have you been all these years? I asked Mother, but she wouldn't tell me."
