87. Live Painting

Tang Shu instinctively felt this was a life-or-death question and stealthily took half a step back, and indeed, her new teacher did not disappoint, decisively planting her hands on her hips.

"What, you think I'm not qualified to take disciples, huh?"

The threatening tone fluctuated as she spoke, immediately causing Professor Yu to shudder.

"Of course, you are! You are the most respected expert and scholar in Chinese literary studies, how could you possibly be unqualified? She's a great disciple to take!"

Professor Yu quickly realized something; since he couldn't take a disciple, wasn't it nice that his spouse was taking on a promising one?

After all, it's all within the family, right? His spouse's disciple would also be his disciple!

Old Madam Yu snorted coldly and took her new disciple's hand, heading inside the house.

"Come in quickly, I made chicken soup today, and it has been simmering for two whole Shichen, guaranteeing a delicious flavor."