Chapter 219 - 34 Bitter Resentment
Everyone at the dinner table looked over, and Han Kuang was somewhat puzzled, "Somersault Cloud? 72 Transformations?"
The old man liked to listen to Peking opera, and he would also read the newspaper and listen to the news. Occasionally he’d watch comic skits too. He did know about "Journey to the West," but that was a book he read many years ago before he’d been to war, and he had never watched the popular TV version of "Journey to the West," so he didn’t react immediately.
"Looking at you, you probably don’t know," Little Niangao sighed like a little adult. Indeed, dad would never lie to him.
Shen Chi, who was practically bursting with laughter but trying to appear nonchalant, reached over and gently patted Little Niangao, saying softly, "How could Little Niangao make such jokes with Grandpa Han?"
But his tone sounded like he was taking pleasure in someone else’s misfortune.
After thinking for a while with a frown, Han Kuang said, "Could it be Sun Wukong’s Somersault Cloud and 72 Transformations?"
Little Niangao eagerly nodded, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
Han Kuang immediately felt awkward. He thought that not knowing the Somersault Cloud and 72 Transformations was only natural for him, and if it were Nuonuo, Ping’an, and Longlong, he could stand his ground firmly. But facing his newly met grandson, he felt hesitant to answer. Would his grandson not like him if he admitted he couldn’t do those?