PDA Routine

As for Hester's, he was silent for a moment when he unfolded it.

"You even praised Dave's sprawling writing. I don't think mine would be worse than that." What did his silent expression mean? Was it that bad?

After all, she was a pure Chinese, and her talent in writing should be better than Dave's.

Dave snorted, "My handwriting is not good. But at the very least, mine is intelligible. But Mommy's is not."

"What do you know?" Hester felt guilty, "The Chinese civilization is broad and profound. You know there's a kind of writing called cursive scripture? That's the pinnacle of calligraphy and is not something that ordinary people can write. Let me tell you, my writing could be auctioned at a sky-high price soon!"

"Yes, a sky-high price," said Dave, who was already used to it. "As long as it's from Mommy, Daddy will buy it back even for a sky-high price."