Study more and talk less, is quite good.
Zhouzhou blinked, sensing his attitude, feeling a bit discouraged.
She shook her head in confusion, "Dad, why do you think it's not good? Don't you like gold?"
"It's not aesthetically pleasing," Qin Lie blurted out, fearing his little daughter would actually come back one day covered in gold, the literal kind, the thought alone made his headache, so he decided to be straightforward.
Zhouzhou didn't expect this to be his answer.
She was stunned, rubbing her chubby chin, pondering. Frowning tightly, she seemed to be thinking very hard.
After a few minutes, she sighed deeply, her chubby claws touching Qin Lie's face, filled with worry, "Dad, how did your taste become like this?"
Not even like gold, which was the best thing in the world!
Looking at his little daughter, Qin Lie's eyelid twitched.
Who between us has poor taste?