Grandpa Tate looked hesitant. He really wanted to take on more students, but he had already promised to teach the Thorne family's children. When Byron Thorne had arranged for the tutelage, he had stipulated that Grandpa Tate could not teach anyone else—only the children of the Thorne family.
Keeping one's word was a basic principle of integrity, so naturally, he couldn't break his promise.
"AHEM, AHEM... My health isn't what it used to be, and I have the cattle to tend to. I really can't spare the time... AHEM, AHEM..."
Grandpa Tate coughed awkwardly, a guilty and ashamed look on his face, as if he'd done something wrong. Tang Xiaonan found it amusing. 'What a simple, upright old man,' she thought. 'He clearly hasn't done anything wrong, so why feel so guilty?'
"Grandpa, are the eggs for the cows?"
