"I'm not a girl! I'm a little man, a man who will be a General!" Yangyang struggled for a bit but then obediently nestled into Dad's arms, though his mouth still wouldn't soften.
"Wife, this thing called an 'airplane' sort of looks like a huge eagle," Ye Zi'an examined the object in his hand, realizing his wife seemed to know quite a bit.
"Indeed, it does resemble one, with wings on both sides."
"If we could make this thing, using it on the battlefield would probably be..." He didn't finish his sentence, but Yang Chuxia understood what he meant.
She shrugged, smiling, "Too bad it can't be made."
"I will make it happen! I'll take it with me to become a General." As he spoke, he nodded vigorously, "Mhm, I'll start off as a soldier's General."
Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an exchanged glances but didn't have the heart to crush his dreams; such a thing wasn't easy to create.
"Mom, can I have this? Please?" Yangyang held up the piece of paper in his hand.
"Sure, you keep it."