But Ye Chongzun didn't let anyone fetch ice to apply to his two sons' bruises, because he said that "Ye Family children aren't so delicate."
How come when it came to Ye Chuyi, the old patriarch wasn't worried about her being delicate?
Was it because she'd suffered enough hardship outside for twenty-six years? Or was it because she closely resembled their deceased mother?
Ye Chongzun, however, was looking at Ye Chuyi's hands. He asked her, "Are your hands steadier than the average person's?"
Ye Chuyi was surprised, "How did you know?"
After she arrived, she hadn't made any excessive movements, right? How did he know her hands were steady!
"Your grandmother had very steady hands, a pity your mother and your uncles didn't inherit that trait. Unexpectedly, you're the one who inherited this advantage."
Ye Chuyi paused, lifting her own hands to look.
So, steady hands were hereditary; she'd always thought she was just an ordinary lucky person who happened to have a natural talent.
