"Yuan, your driving has gotten really solid. Not bad," Mr. Chen said, glancing at Chen Yuan, whose skillful hands were steady on the wheel. He couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
"Still not quite at your level, Dad."
"Heh, I won't deny that. After all, I'm an old pro with a fifteen-year accident-free record," Mr. Chen said, puffing up with pride. "Looks like you've inherited your old man's talent perfectly."
"Inherited what? He's not your biological son," Liu He said, rolling her eyes.
The family never shied away from the fact that Chen Yuan was adopted. They often used it for lighthearted banter, so Mr. Chen wasn't offended in the slightest.
On the contrary, he retorted with self-assurance, "Inheritance isn't all about genetics. You can learn things by observation, you know."
