That morning, I greeted Ice Father and Ice Mother under immense psychological pressure, then had breakfast with them. The expressions on both parents' faces the entire time... I won't describe them. Just imagine it yourselves. Anyway, they looked pretty terrifying. Uncle Kuwa Yin was originally so handsome that if you dropped him on Earth, he could probably swipe his face into the ranks of the world's richest people. Yet before breakfast was even over, he had somehow smiled three wrinkles into his cheeks. Aunt Aisha Li, meanwhile, looked inexplicably excited as she kept piling food onto my plate and refilling my bowl. I was quite grateful for her enthusiasm—right up until the food in front of me completely blocked my view. (Baidu Literature Museum)
"You see how worried your parents are," I argued with Viska deep in my soul. "Though this reaction does seem a little exaggerated."
"They go through phases. It's fine," Viska answered sleepily. "They're deliberately exaggerating, really. They want to give me a sense of urgency—and, oh, put some pressure on you too. They've used this trick hundreds of times. You can just ignore them."
I gave a dry chuckle, unsure whether to marvel at Ice Father and Ice Mother's deliberately exaggerated "adorable" behavior, Viska's understanding of her own parents, or Viska's utterly unyielding personality. After thinking about it, I decided not to marvel at anything. This family of three had been amusing themselves like this for hundreds of millions of years. Even if I kept marveling until the next millennium, I probably wouldn't be done. Feeding the dead-fish-eyed Ice Sister beside me was more important. I had become quite skilled at this task now. Not only did I know Viska's tastes, I could even tell whether she was full purely by instinct and memories of feeding