"So many... are all batteries?"
"It's possible, just a hypothesis."
"You can make such a guess just based on your intuition? Your imagination is huge."
Little Taotie climbed onto Hua Jinyan's bed, her small hand touching Hua Jinyan's skull.
Hua Jinyan saw her bare feet and quickly pulled up the blanket to cover them.
Hua Jinyan's face was a bit red.
After Little Taotie finished touching his skull, she said seriously, "Your head is so round."
Hua Jinyan's face turned even redder.
But Little Taotie's next sentence made his face go pale, "Such a round head is perfect for shaving, you're fit to become a high monk."
Hua Jinyan: "..."
Little Taotie said earnestly as if negotiating, "When you grow up, shave your head so I can see if your scalp is white or not, it's always hidden under your hair, I can't see it."
Hua Jinyan: "... Does it matter if it's white?"
"Of course it matters, a high monk's scalp must be very white."
Hua Jinyan: "I probably don't have a white scalp."
