Chu Ge's idea was a good one. Unfortunately, Qiu Wuji didn't know it.
She had never learned any of it.
The female master lost a great deal of face over that. She ate with a sour look on her face and said nothing.
Should I chew him out for deliberately picking something I don't know, or for never writing me as knowing any of it?
Either way, it's his fault.
Chu Ge stared at Qiu Wuji in puzzlement—she had turned as changeable as a chameleon—and could not for the life of him work out how she had been laughing and chatting a moment ago and then gone sour-faced in an instant...
Qiu Wuji jabbed her chopsticks at her rice, poke, poke, poke, trying hard to salvage a little face for herself. "Even so, you still have to learn hand techniques. Since we're on the subject of wuxia arts anyway, I did think of one I learned back when I was young. The Tianshan Plum-Breaking Hand, let's say. You could call it an all-encompassing art. It's a bit on the sissy side, which makes it a good fit for you."
Chu Ge: "?"
A bit on the sissy side, and that makes it a good fit for me?