In the days that followed, Jing Xiaocha lived a fulfilling life.
Zhang Minghui seemed to have suddenly turned into a good child, studying hard, obediently listening, and even helping out with chores as much as possible.
A few days before the school year began in September, Jing Xiaocha was busy with Zhang Minghui's school enrollment.
Due to Zhang Minghui's age and the current household registration restrictions for schooling, the school in their neighborhood wouldn't accept him.
Under the scorching sun, Jing Xiaocha ran around for three days, and in the end, only a remote private school agreed to take Zhang Minghui.
Exhausted, she returned home, and as soon as she opened the door, she smelled the aroma of food in the air and heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen.
Jing Xiaocha was slightly taken aback and instinctively looked towards the direction of the balcony.
Zhang Minghui was sitting properly at the desk doing his homework, so who was making the noise in the kitchen?
