The two sisters, feeling uneasy, still escorted Zhao Xiaojing home, where Xiao Ling was already preparing dinner. The remaining children were making paper boxes inside the house.
Zhao Xiaojing truly realized how hardworking the children were. What reason did she have not to pull herself together?
"Second Aunt, shall we stick the pancakes tonight?"
"Sure, I'll cook." The eldest niece was really capable. This made her feel at ease leaving the two children there.
"Xiao Ling, if Haifeng stays here in the future, it'll be burdensome for you."
Zhao Xiaoling shook her head, "Second Aunt, it's okay. He's my brother, and I'll take care of him. Moreover, Little Hong will accompany him."
The family sat together for dinner. In the evening, Zhao Xiaojing and her two sons stayed together. Since she would be leaving tomorrow, she still wanted to be close to her sons.
