Lin Feng cooked porridge, chopped up some of the pickles he had made, and stir-fried a few other dishes.
He glanced at the time, took off his apron, and prepared to pick up the children.
He went upstairs to call Zhang Yuxi down for some porridge. "Honey, I'm off to pick up the kids."
"Okay, drive safely."
Lin Feng reminded her, "Little Bao might wake up soon, so keep an eye on him."
"I know!"
She wasn't a child; she knew how to handle these things herself.
He drove the decade-old SUV to the airport, where some parents picked up their children themselves, while others sent their housekeepers. Parents with free time accompanied their children; if they were too busy, there was nothing to be done.
"Mr. Lin, you're here!"
"Yes, you're here too."
