"The little guy's got a sharp eye. But from now on, you're not allowed to call me Grandpa. You have to call me Grandmaster, got it?"
"What's a Grandmaster?" Gordon scratched his head, a little confused.
"A Grandmaster is a master's master."
"But I don't have a master," Gordon said matter-of-factly.
"Aiya, you kid! I'm an old man, can't you just humor me and call me that? You're going to be the death of me!"
"Sigh... Fine, fine. Grandmaster." In the end, Gordon slapped his forehead in resignation and reluctantly called out the name.
The onlookers all shook their heads. They had thought Old Man Goodman only got serious with Yuri Sinclair, but to their surprise, he wouldn't even let a little kid off the hook.
"Master Yuri, so sorry to have imposed on you today." Mary Preston took the bowl of rice Sean handed her and thanked her host first.
Old Man Goodman was still teasing Gordon, but he glanced up when he heard her voice.
