"So, you want to know more about mythology now, huh?" Father Zhang was a little surprised, "I thought you lost interest in such things after you graduated from sixth grade?"
The four had finished their dinner, and after cleaning up the tableware, Mother Zhang and her father were going through some old photos in the study room. Outside, Zhang Heng and his dad were in the living room, eating fruit while watching TV.
"Okay, what do you want to know? I will try my best to tell you everything I know. Just go ahead and ask me questions," said Father Zhang after picking up an apple and taking a bite.
Zhang Heng silently pondered for a moment.
"Is there really a god in the world we live in?"
"Hack!"
Father Zhang almost choked on the apple he just swallowed. He coughed twice and asked, "What's the matter, do we really have to pretend that you are still a sixth-grader?"
He took a sip of water to soothe his throat.
