"Wife, what's the use of learning flower arrangement when you're a soldier who will carry a gun into battle in the future? Come, let me take you to practice shooting." Quan Shaoqing felt that he couldn't let his mother take his daughter-in-law down a twisted path. Saying this, he took Gu Xiaoxi's hand and was ready to leave.
Song Xu pushed her delicate presbyopic glasses and slapped Quan Shaoqing's hand away, "You have the girl practice fighting and killing every day. It's you who will go to the battlefield, while your wife needs to maintain her beauty and nurture her temperament at home. Flower arranging is the best way to elevate one's realm. Go, stop bothering us here. If you're bored to death, come and learn too. Give some thought to retiring early."