Gu Changsheng looked down at his seven-year-old daughter.
Jiang Tuntun stood there in her red lobster bib, holding her iron tongs in one hand and a giant jar of garlic-chili sauce in the other. Her round face was full of earnest determination.
“You’re sure you want to go in there, Tuntun?” Gu Changsheng asked softly. “It’s pretty slimy.”
“I’m not scared of slimy!” Tuntun declared, puffing out her stomach. “Auntie Qin gave me mint drops, and Dad gave me sauce!
I can pull that nasty hook out in three seconds!
Besides, if the big octopus has a sore throat, he can’t eat any of our barbecue!”
Gu Changsheng smiled. He tapped the hilt of his [Rank 6 Ancestral Iron Wok Spatula].
A seven-year-old performing oral surgery on a thousand-foot sea monster, Gu Changsheng thought. Most dads take their kids to the dentist. Here, my kid is the dentist.
