Han Yong was busy cleaning little chicks, his hands still unwashed and oily, when he rushed out.
The moment he saw Han Lie, he realized his usual line of sight was too low. Slowly, stiffly, he tilted his head back further and further, until he had to crane his neck to see his son's face clearly.
"Ah..." he gasped, mouth agape and eyes wide, but then said nothing more.
About two seconds later, he closed his mouth and pursed his lips firmly twice. His expression shifted from confusion to blankness. These two emotions are quite different: confusion means still trying to understand, while blankness means giving up entirely and just going limp.
Ma Honglian gave Han Yong a hard shove and huffed, "Speak, will you? Cat got your tongue?!"
Han Yong opened his mouth again. "Er..."
Half a second later, he suddenly nodded. "Looks pretty good..."
