The little girl's skin just can't compare; my own hands, rough like old tree bark, seem unbearably coarse against the child's cheek.
A gentle squeeze leaves two clear fingerprints on the child's face, and the worried old lady Hua calls out soothingly.
With this little commotion between the mother and daughter, the tension from the earlier prank vanished completely.
Old man Hua also relaxed, poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank leisurely; Hua Chengtian smiled too.
But honestly speaking, Jin'er's sauce for the braised beef was really good. The beef was delicious on its own, but the special sauce made the flavor linger irresistibly—unfortunately, my greedy son had dipped it clean.
Thinking of this, the old man Hua couldn't help but glare at his son.
Hua Chengtian: "..."
