Cheng Jingmo: “Yeah.” That’s all he could do.

We couldn't stop chatting until dinner time.

An An washed her hands and came out, sitting next to Cheng Jingmo, whispering in his ear, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'll make you a cake later."

Cheng Jingmo touched his head and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing?"

An An thought for a while before expressing his meaning in Chinese, "I can see that you are unhappy. I will tell Ke Ke that we have to speak Chinese."

Cheng Jingmo said: "Dad is not angry with you, Dad is annoyed that I am the only one in the family who can't speak English."

An An said, "I can teach you."

Cheng Jingmo nodded, "Okay, you teach dad."

After dinner, Cheng Jingmo urged the two children to rest early, mainly because he considered that they had been on the road for several days and must be tired.

"Dad, do you want to eat cake?" An An asked.

Cheng Jingmo said, "I just had dinner and can't eat anymore. You can do it tomorrow."

The two children first went back to their rooms to pack their luggage. Cheng Jingmo wanted to help but was rejected.

An An said in the letter that they had to learn to tidy up their things at school.

Cheng Jingmo looked at the room here and the room there, and found that the two children had tidied up better than Yu Xiangnian.

The two children took another bath and washed their underwear and socks by hand.

Cheng Jingmo was both relieved and worried.

Foreign schools don’t teach knowledge well, but instead teach these housework.

Yu Xiangnian returned to the room after taking a shower. Cheng Jingmo was standing with his back to her, helping her hang the clothes in the box in the closet.

He was wearing black pajamas, with broad shoulders and long legs.

Yu Xiangnian hugged him from behind.