"Daddy, Daddy!"
In the back garden of the Wang Residence, a little girl with twin buns dashed briskly toward Wang Chen, who was reclining on a lounge chair, her crisp voice as sweet as honey.
"Hmm."
Wang Chen sat up straight, opened his arms, and hugged the little girl, then kissed her tender cheek.
"Daddy!"
The little girl giggled and shook her head side to side, accusingly saying, "Your beard is prickly!"
Wang Chen laughed heartily, his heart filled with happiness.
The little girl he was holding was none other than his daughter, Wang Zhenzhen, who had just turned three years old this year.
This young lady of the Wang Family lay in her father's arms, pulling at Wang Chen's beard with her tiny hands, playfully saying, "Daddy, I want to learn martial arts. Grandpa said you are the best, and I should learn from you."
Wang Chen was amused and exasperated: "Learning martial arts is fine, but you're only three now. It wouldn't be too late in another two years."
