When Feng Yi returned for the evening meal, he brought Feng Ze with him. It wasn't easy for the mother and son to see each other every day now that the boy's schoolwork was piling up. Seeing that he was in good spirits, however, Yun Zhao didn't ask much about it.
Feng Ze greeted his mother and then went to hug his younger brother. Feng Yun gave him a look of utter disdain, which made both Feng Yi and Yun Zhao laugh.
Feng Ze wouldn't stand for it. 'This little brat dares to look down on me now!'
He ran around the room carrying his brother until Feng Yun started giggling. The two of them rolled around on the heated couch, and Feng Ze played with his little brother, taking toys apart and putting them back together.
The Inner Workshop had recently developed a new line of toys based on the drafts from Yun Zhao's 'artistic' sketches—all sorts of little wooden cars and houses that could be taken apart and reassembled.
