Mrs. Qing Is A Job

Qing Lok was awakened by their grandmother, telling him it was time to have lunch with their father. 

"I want to sleep some more please," he answered and threw a pillow over his head. He felt a sharp jab on his side, hard enough that he suspected it would bruise later. "Ouch!"

"Get. Up." Xie Changying could be more intimidating if she wanted to. Her eyes were glaring at Qing Lok. "Now."

Qing Lok pouted and wrestled with his blanket, thinking that his grandmother would go away when she saw that he was moving. She did not. "Grandma, you've got trust issues."

"Only with you. Wash up!"

Qing Lok sighed and accepted that he would not be getting back to sleep. He had been on the phone all night with Liu Meilien. If he was calculating right, they were talking until four in the morning.

"You need to get back to your doctor." He teased his grandmother. "Your face is falling apart, grandma."