"Daddy, Daddy!"
In the rear garden of the Wang Residence, a little girl with twin buns in her hair strode briskly forward and threw herself at Wang Chen, who was reclining in a lounge chair. Her crisp cries were adorably sweet.
"Mm."
Wang Chen sat up, opened his arms, and gathered the little girl into his embrace, then kissed her tender cheek.
"Daddy!"
The little girl giggled and shook her head from side to side, protesting, "Your beard is prickly!"
Wang Chen burst into laughter, his heart brimming with happiness.
The little girl in his arms was his daughter, Wang Zhenzhen, who had just turned three this year.
The eldest young miss of the Wang Clan lay sprawled in her father's arms, tugging at Wang Chen's beard with her little hands as she wheedled, "Daddy, I want to learn martial arts. Grandfather said Daddy is the most powerful, and told me to learn from you."
Wang Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Learning martial arts is no problem, but you're only three now. It won't be too late in another two years."
This little padded jacket of his had shown an interest in martial arts ever since she had first begun to toddle. When her mother held her, she loved watching him practice his fists and wield his sword, and had even tried to imitate his movements.
Although Wang Chen would not oppose his daughter learning martial arts, under normal circumstances, children were best suited to begin at the age of five. Starting too early could easily affect the development of their bones and muscles.
"No, no!"
Wang Zhenzhen pouted aggrievedly. "I want to learn. I want to learn right now. I want to, I want to!"
"Fine, let Daddy take a look first."
Her pestering made