While eating the dinner prepared by Ye Que, the family of four enjoyed a harmonious and warm atmosphere.
With conversations and laughter, the atmosphere was so harmonious that it seemed a pity to disturb it.
"Dad, can I quiz you with a question?" Little Lantian suddenly spoke up.
Ye Que turned to look at her, frowned slightly, and said warmly, "You're going to quiz me? Well, go on, what kind of question will you ask me?"
Little Lantian put down her bowl, grabbed Ye Que's hand, and traced the word from the scarf on his palm.
"Dad, do you know what I wrote on your hand?"
Ye Que looked at his daughter in surprise and then recalled the word she had written.
The writing was quite crooked, and if he wasn't perceptive, he most likely wouldn't have known what she wrote.
"I'll write it down for you to see, is it this word?"
Ye Que took out paper and pen from his bag and wrote down the word Little Lantian had traced onto his palm.
