Mr. Zhang returned from the village and went straight to find his wife as soon as he entered the yard.
Mother Zhang was holding her little grandson, mentally calculating an account. When she heard a noise and looked up, she saw her husband but didn't pay much attention and continued thinking.
"What's wrong, frowning like that? The child is old enough to be sent to daycare. The second son has mentioned it so many times, and you still haven't sent him. Too much crying the other night, I couldn't sleep well."
Mother Zhang, interrupted by him, forgot what accounts she couldn't remember and laughed, "This child isn't as easy to take care of as our Ping'an. Couldn't tell in the first few months, but now that he's older, you can see his temper. He's an impatient one."
Mr. Zhang glanced at the grandson and shook his head with a smile. This little guy had the blessing of his uncle, lacking neither food nor clothing, and really picked the right time to be born.
