A Stupid Quiz Without Any Prize
Editor: Henyee Translations
Huo Yao was clueless about her mother's plans. She waited for Song Ning to sit down before she rolled her sleeves up and started massaging her mother's temples moderately with her long slender fingers.
Her hands were very dexterous, and an expert would be able to notice that she was rubbing major head acupuncture points with great precision. Even the most experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners would not be confident about rubbing some of the acupuncture points which she was currently massaging.
Although Song Ning had sat down and obligingly agreed to her daughter's request at first, she felt a lot better after Huo Yao pressed her head for a while. Huo Yao did a much better job than the physician whom she had been frequenting for dozens of years.
"Yaoyao, have you learned how to massage before? My headache has almost disappeared after you pressed my head," said Song Ning with a look of bliss on her face.