If you judged by appearances alone, you would never imagine that the petite and adorable Ms. Jiang Xuan was actually an old-chain-smoker and old drunkard; likewise, just from her looks, you would never guess that Ms. Du Pinyuan was such a good girl that she only drank a few cans of beer and smoked only one pack of cigarettes a month. Judging from appearances alone.
Jiang Han sat beside Du Pinyuan and watched her play with a building-block toy, a byproduct of tabletop RPGs that witches often used to construct maps for their campaigns and the like. Once the blocks had been assembled, a spray of materialization could turn them into something like the real world—a genuine map.
Jiang Han had seen Anjie play with it before as well.
Du Pinyuan pouted as she carefully built a tall tower, her plump body leaning forward against it.
Naturally, the mountains on her chest, even grander than her daughter's, knocked the tower over. The gorgeous ivory-white model of a witch tower came crashing down, scattering into the square map box as Ms. Pinyuan looked ready to cry.
The scattered blocks also crushed the otter zoo, beaver lodge, and brown bear den she had built earlier.
"That's an astonishing amount of weight," Jiang Han remarked, though her eyes remained fixed on Du Pinyuan's mountains.
"Sniff..." Du Pinyuan wiped at her eyes, picked up the beer Jiang Han had provided for Ms. Xuan, and took the mouth of the bottle between her lips. Her lips moved twice, as though she were sucking up the beer.
That simple motion alone was enough to make one's heart surge.
Jiang Han quietly glanced toward her mother. Ms. Xuan had already raised her wineglass high and was tap-dancing arm in arm with Du Lingxuan, while Ms. Lu Jieshan