When Aunt Li heard Sheng Xiping's question, she quickly explained.

"What? Xinhua went to participate in a competition, ice skating? When did he go to participate in the competition? How come I didn't know anything about it?"

Sheng Xiping was stunned when he heard this. His eldest son had gone to a competition? And won an award in a figure skating competition?

No, when did this brat learn that? How come he doesn't know anything about it?

"Xiping, you're always out there, you really don't care about the children," Aunt Li said, shaking her head and sighing.

"Xinhua's school has dedicated teachers. Haven't you seen how they set up an ice rink on their playground every winter? Xinhua and his classmates go ice skating every day..."

Training in the afternoon.

"Oh, oh, I really didn't know that." Sheng Xiping chuckled a little sheepishly.

It's not his fault. Who told him to be so busy every day? He's away for months at a time. He knows about the big things at home, but how can he keep up with the small things?

"This little bear is quite impressive, bringing home an award." Sheng Xiping felt proud and honored that his son had achieved such success.

Sheng Xiping searched for a long time before finally finding a certificate of honor he had received in the past.

Take the certificate out, leaving the outer cover intact, and then carefully tuck the paper inside the cover of the certificate of honor.

Then I found a large folder that kids use, and carefully clipped the certificate of honor inside, finally placing it at the bottom of the box.

This thing is far more valuable than a certificate of honor; it must be carefully preserved and not easily seen by outsiders.

After hiding his things, Sheng Xiping checked the time. It was still early before dinner, so he decided to lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and take a nap.

In the evening, Zhou Qinglan returned home from get off work and saw Aunt Li gesturing to her as soon as she entered the door.

"Xiping is back. He's inside, and it looks like he's asleep."

I noticed he's lost a lot of weight, and his complexion doesn't seem as good as it used to be. Tomorrow I'll go to the market and see if they sell any old hens; I'll buy one and make some soup to help him recover.

After living in the Sheng family for a long time, Aunt Li came to regard the Sheng family members as her own children.

Seeing Sheng Xiping's appearance, Aunt Li felt sorry for him, which is why she said that.

"Alright, ma'am, then you'll have to put in the effort. I'll go inside first and wake him up so we can eat."

Zhou Qinglan nodded and tiptoed into the east room. When she arrived at the kang (a heated brick bed), she found that her husband had indeed lost a lot of weight.

Zhou Qinglan sat down next to her husband, but before she could even speak, Sheng Xiping, who was fast asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed), woke up.

This is a habit he developed while living away from home; no matter how soundly he sleeps, he will immediately wake up if someone is around.

"Oh, honey, you're back!"

I was thinking of picking you up, but since it was still early, I lay down for a while, and ended up oversleeping.

Sheng Xiping quickly sat up, glanced outside, and saw that it was already dark.