Grinding Little Monsters

"Fake? What's fake?" Chen Siyu did not understand.

Bai Yuxia tried to put it as simply as possible. "Touching someone's hand with your own doesn't tell you whether they have a fever."

"So..." Bai Yuxia was just about to state the conclusion.

A spark of inspiration struck Chen Siyu, and she suddenly said, "But when I was little, Mom always checked whether I had a fever by touching my forehead with her hand."

Bai Yuxia said, "Which is why she touched your forehead, not your hand."

Jiang Ning added at the right moment, "However, the prerequisite for checking someone's forehead with your hand is making sure your hand is within a normal temperature range—not too hot and not too cold—or the result may be inaccurate."

Bai Yuxia remained calm. "So just now, you were testing the temperature of your hands?"

Jiang Ning said, "That's right. Siyu touched my hand precisely to make sure her palm temperature was suitable."

Jiang Ning spoke at an unhurried pace, his analysis full of rationality. At the same time, he gave Chen Siyu a subtle look.

Even Chen Siyu herself had not known that was what she had been thinking. Secretly startled, she thought, Could I actually be an expert?

But since Jiang Ning had given her an opening, Chen Siyu had to take it today!

She put on a wise expression, as though she had seen through everything. "That's right, that was exactly what I meant!"

Bai Yuxia questioned, "Are you sure?"

Chen Siyu said, "Yes."

Bai Yuxia said, "That wasn't what you said just now. You said touching hands could determine whether someone had a fever."

Jiang Ning said lightly, "She was just messing with you."

Chen Siyu followed up, "That's right, I was messing with you."

Jiang Ning said, "Fooled you, huh?"