August 12th, at the Han residence.
The living room in the morning was serene. Only Lucy Han, her wide eyes staring, sat blankly on the sofa, tilting her little head as if lost in thought.
It was different from usual.
Today, Lucy wore a petite blue-and-white dress, her jet-black hair styled into two ponytails, and her cheeks rosy—clearly carefully dressed up.
Click.
Click.
The hour hand turned to ten o'clock.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. William Han and Linda Chen walked toward the living room, discussing the graduation banquet for noon while tidying up and dressing.
"Mom?" Lucy asked.
"Lucy, we're going to hold a graduation banquet for your brother soon. You need to be on your best behavior." Linda Chen gently pinched her daughter's adorable cheeks, her voice soft and warm.
Lucy blinked her eyes.
To her, the term 'graduation banquet' was obscure and hard to understand. She only knew that her mother had dressed her up and they were going out.
Going out meant delicious food.
So Lucy stared with her round, black pearl-like eyes and timidly probed, "Mom, delicious food?"
"Yes, lots of delicious food."
Linda Chen replied casually, then heard William Han's inquiry and rummaged through drawers to find another intact razor.
They had made preparations early for the graduation banquet at noon.
For example, William Han, who usually wore sportswear, had unusually changed into formal attire and was meticulously shaving in front of the mirror.
After a while.
After Andrew Han finished practicing the Yang Pole Stance, he came out and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Dad, it's just a graduation banquet. Is it really necessary to be so formal?"