Supernatural Insight Eyes Chapter 166 - 166 The Chu family's dinner

166: The Chu family’s dinner 166: The Chu family’s dinner “Teacher, do you think he will co?” Cui Zisong asked.

He didn’t believe Ye Qiu would accept the invitation issued by his teacher, Fujikawa Ueno.

Fujikawa Ueno appeared calm and collected, as if he wasn’t worried about this question at all.

Seeing Cui Zisong’s anxious deanor, he sighed internally; his disciple might have decent talent, but he lacked focus, and his ntal cultivation was even worse.

If not for Cui Zisong’s sincere devotion to him, Ueno wouldn’t even bother wasting ti on him.

“Look at this tea.

When it’s poured from the pot into the cup, tell , if I don’t knock the cup over, will the tea inside run out?” Fujikawa Ueno said while personally pouring a cup of tea, a fragrance rising from the water.

Cui Zisong failed to grasp his teacher’s deeper aning and replied, “If nobody touches it, how could the tea possibly spill out?”

“What if I accidentally knock over the cup?” Fujikawa Ueno continued.

“Then it would spill, of course!” said Cui Zisong.

“Since you understand this principle, why worry about whether he will co or not.” Fujikawa Ueno lifted the teacup and sniffed it near his nose.

“I don’t understand, Teacher.” Cui Zisong still couldn’t see how this was related to Ye Qiu.

“You’re like that teacup, and Ye Qiu is like the water in the tea.

Because of the club exchange eting, the two of you collided, similar to how water makes a sound when it is poured into a cup—fleeting and brief, just enough to create a feud,” explained Fujikawa Ueno.

“Now it is ti to drink the tea.

Since you used ‘Inch Hand,’ it’s bound to have piqued his interest.

He surely wants to et the person behind you, so this cup of tea, Ye Qiu, wants to jump out and see the one who brewed it, and I am satisfying his curiosity by sending an invitation, which is like pouring out this cup of tea by my own hand.

Do you think he would want to see for himself?”

After Fujikawa Ueno finished explaining, Cui Zisong still looked half-confused, scratching his head as he needed to digest his teacher’s words.

In fact, Fujikawa Ueno had left one thing unsaid; he wasn’t only interested in having Ye Qiu et the tea brewer—himself—but he also wanted many others from the martial arts community to co and et him as well.

The invitation that was sent to Ye Qiu was just one of many that had been sent out.

Only by sparring with those true mbers of the martial arts community could Fujikawa Ueno satisfy his deepest desire and also prepare for his next moves.

As Ye Qiu received Fujikawa Ueno’s invitation, many other long-ti martial artists from the community also received similar invitations.

So people ignored the invitation sent by Fujikawa Ueno, a martial artist from an island nation, who did not rit their attention; the warriors from such a tiny place, no matter how strong, could only be so powerful.

This described the first type of person: mostly well-known experts in the martial arts world, revered figures with considerable prestige.

Then there were those who found it amusing—who exactly was Fujikawa Ueno, claiming to seek friendship through martial arts?

He wasn’t the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, so did he honestly think everyone would give him face?

This was the second type of person: not particularly high or low in status, but possessing a lofty pride and looking down on Fujikawa Ueno, they casually dismissed the invitation without giving it a second thought.

The third type was those on the fringes of the martial world, who, living both in the martial arts community and the urban world, had honed their skills but didn’t devote their entire lives to martial arts.

Yet, they had a certain reputation within the community.

When this third type received the invitation, they were sowhat interested in Fujikawa Ueno, intrigued to see what skills this martial artist from an island nation possessed.

There were also idle practitioners who lived in the city and, regardless of whether they had heard of Fujikawa Ueno, all gave him so respect, showing up to support the event.

Ye Qiu observed the invitation, surprised that Cui Zisong’s teacher had approached him so quickly.

The approach, however, was sowhat puzzling—an invitation with the phrase “seeking friendship through martial arts” written on it.

He couldn’t guess Fujikawa Ueno’s intentions, but he was quite curious about his strength.

The disciple had lost, and now the master had stepped forward; he definitely wanted to see what Fujikawa Ueno was all about.

After all, he would eventually have to confront Fujikawa Ueno, so rather than being passive, it was better to take the initiative and see what the other party was up to.

After noting down the address, Ye Qiu called Chu Yao to tell her he had ti today and could co over to give her mother one of his acupuncture treatnts.

Chu Yao stuttered out her ho address, and then excitedly relayed to her mother the news that Ye Qiu would be coming over for dinner.

When Chu Yao’s mother heard that her prospective son-in-law was coming, she imdiately perked up and started to go downstairs to buy groceries.

This was Ye Qiu’s first visit to her ho, and Chu Yao had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Even her displeasure from yesterday, when she found him laughing and chatting with Lan Bing after waiting for a long ti, no longer mattered.

Chu Yao let out an “Ah”: “My room.”

Thinking about how her room was still a ss, Chu Yao imdiately ran back to her room to tidy up.

Then she cleaned her mother’s room and the living room as well.

After finishing these tasks, Chu Yao still felt like she was missing sothing.

When she looked in the mirror, she realized she hadn’t done her makeup yet.

So, Chu Yao spent another hour applying a delicate makeup look and put on her favorite outfit.

She stood in front of the mirror looking from left to right, always worried that she wasn’t showing her most glamorous side.

She had to leave a good impression on Ye Qiu, so whether it was cleaning the room or doing her makeup and dressing up, she was ticulous and attentive.

When her mother returned from grocery shopping and saw the house much cleaner, a smile appeared on her face, thinking to herself, “So, my girl is really serious about him.”

Ye Qiu arrived at Chu Yao’s ho right at five in the afternoon.

Seeing Chu Yao looking exceptionally beautiful today, Ye Qiu couldn’t help but be dazzled.

Her beauty was like a fragrant lily, pure, clean, and brimming with youthful vitality, especially with her eyes that held a unique spiritual energy, she looked extraordinarily graceful and delicate, a true beauty in her modesty.

Ye Qiu looked at her with surprise, causing Chu Yao to feel sowhat shy and quickly led him upstairs.

Upon entering, the room was filled with the aroma of cooking, and Chu Yao’s mother’s voice ca from the kitchen: “Ye Qiu, you’re here.

Co to the table, the food will be ready soon.”

Ye Qiu didn’t move to touch the chopsticks and sat at the table waiting for Chu Yao’s mother to join him.

Ye Qiu scrutinized the room where the mother and daughter lived.

It wasn’t big, just over sixty square ters.

Though the room was small, it felt very clean and tidy, and all the furnishings were arranged neatly, the space not feeling cluttered at all.

Before long, Chu Yao’s mother brought the last dish to the table, and the three of them began to eat.

Chu Yao’s mother had a good impression of Ye Qiu, continually adding food to his bowl and asking, “How do you find my cooking?”

Ye Qiu hurriedly nodded and said it was good.

Chu Yao’s mother said with a smile, “Our Yao’er is also quite good at cooking, you know.

The dishes you just tried were all made by her hands.”

Ye Qiu gave Chu Yao a thumbs-up, praising her culinary skills.

Chu Yao’s mother said with a smile, “Our Yao’er is good in every way.

She may not talk much, but she’s kind-hearted and caring.

When I co ho tired from work, she always has the al ready.

She was only twelve at the ti, washing the dishes and even preparing water for to soak my feet.

She has been through a lot with from childhood.”

“What do you think of such a girl?” Chu Yao’s mother’s gaze turned to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu was beginning to understand what Chu Yao’s mother ant.

He knew that Chu Yao was a good girl, but was he, Ye Qiu, really suitable for her?

Ye Qiu had to admit he liked Chu Yao and enjoyed the company of this quiet girl.

However, he dared not make any promises.

His future was not that of an ordinary person living a simple life, and he might not be able to provide the girl before him with a comfortable life.

Ye Qiu enjoyed the warmth of a family al because he had never experienced this feeling before.

He did not want to make the dinner dull with his own issues and was contemplating how to respond to Chu Yao’s mother’s question when the doorbell suddenly rang.

The ringing of the doorbell, at that mont, interrupted the words that were about to co out of Ye Qiu’s mouth.

“Hehe, might be the neighbor,” Chu Yao’s mother said with slight annoyance from the unexpected interruption, forcing a smile on her face as she rose to answer the door.