Can You Not Sound Like Sour Grapes With Your Tone

He pointed at his own nose and stared disbelievingly at her. "Uncle?"

Lin Qingyuan paused and sized him up. "Was I wrong? May I ask how old you are this year?"

"Twenty-nine," Chu Yi puffed up his chest and replied with a frown.

He was only twenty-nine this year, much younger than his master.

Even the Empress had never addressed his master as 'Uncle'. How can this girl be so rude?

She had made him sound old!

Lin Qingyuan replied, "I'm fifteen this year. If you're twenty-nine…"

She waved her fingers. "You're fourteen years older than I am. There's no mistake with calling you 'Uncle'."

Chu Yi, "…"

"I don't mind you calling me big brother."

After he said those words, even Chu Qi and Chu Jiu, who were focused on eating, could not help but shoot him a look of disdain.

Chu Yi's skin was thicker than the city walls!