He realized, with a start, that his grandfather, the man he feared and admired most, actually enjoyed his life.
He enjoyed the tea, the gardens, and the "exemplary" work of Luo Ming. His grandfather didn't rule by being a statue; he ruled by being a man who knew the value of everything, including a good dessert.
Huaijin watched him out of the corner of her eye. She saw the way he was actually eating now, not just performing.
He's still a mystery, she mused. But at least he's a mystery with a blood-sugar level that won't lead to a nervous breakdown. In her past life, she had never seen this side of him. She had never seen him messy, or embarrassed, or human. By shoving that sweet into his mouth, she hadn't just given him a snack; she had cracked the shell he was hiding in.
