Yousheng started to cry: "Mom, my hand hurts..."
Ming Mei reached out and gently patted her son's chubby hand: "Son, enough already. Your big paws could easily lift a 200-pound rock, let alone a pencil. Lying is a bad habit. Go on now, your brother is waiting for you over there."
This time, Yousheng felt like crying without tears...
Kang Chen watched and laughed from the side. It was always like this at home, lively and warm, with his wife and kids by his side.
...
On the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Wu Nian brought Tongtong over.
Ming Mei treated Tongtong as well as she always did, even better than her own children. As for Wu Nian, she treated him like a good friend, warm and friendly, but sensibly keeping the boundaries between a man and a woman.
Ming Mei had shown concern over Wu Nian's 'condition'. She knew that the congestion in his brain hadn't completely cleared and had even recommended that he see Xia Mu.
But...
As for the effect, it was hard to say.
