Chapter 2
In Yue Lao’s eyes, the Flower God’s son looked like a flower.

One word: Beautiful.

Two words: A beauty.

Three words: A little beauty.

Four words: As beautiful as jade.

Yue Lao circled around, clicking his tongue and sighed in admiration, “Old Flower, your looks are so disappointing, but how is your son this good-looking?”

The little Flower God smiled sweetly, “Grandpa Yue Lao.”

“Be good. Don’t call me Grandpa, call me Godfather.”

Little Flower God, “…Hello, Godfather.” The little Flower God wasn’t like the old Flower God. He had read many books, and his speech also kept up with the times.

“Very good,” Yue Lao rubbed his head. “Come, come, come. Have a chat with Godfather. Are there any girls that you like?”

“Godfather, you look like one of those bandit gang leaders who buy and sell using coercion.”

Yue Lao sent the Flower God away to make tea and pulled the little Flower God down to sit with him, “I have no choice. It’s all about promoting the freedom of matrimony these days. It isn’t easy for Godfather to work. Not only am I responsible for matchmaking, I even have to help them meet by chance. I’m simply working myself to death.”

The little Flower God saw that his dad has gone far away and asked, “You said you were helping the Emperor find a bride last time. Have you succeeded?”

“Succeeded my ass!” Yue Lao’s face flushed, “I’ve tried 28 times and those girls have never even seen the Emperor’s face.”

“Why didn’t they?”

“Some thought that being a girl was enough and refused to lower themselves to visit and pay respects. Others like that Northern Sea’s Princess tried to visit the Emperor and had the door slammed in her face.” Yue Lao made a discouraged face, “Don’t learn from the Emperor, or you won’t get a wife even when you’re thousands of years old, making it so I can’t get my matchmaking fee either.”

“Oh,” the little Flower God nodded, “Then is Godfather going to try for the 29th time?”

“I am.” Yue Lao glanced at him, “Why are you suddenly asking this for? Do you have a recommendation?”

“Mhm.” The little Flower God pointed to himself.

Yue Lao’s two eyebrows flew to the sky, “Why does someone as young as you especially want to be gay?!”