Han Guishan was thrilled when he received the message from Xu Cheng telling him to set off. He excitedly said to Wang Jing, who was still tidying up the room, "Wife, let's go, time for dinner!"
"Dinner time!" Han Youxin, who had already slimmed down and could no longer be called a chubby kid, leaped up from the sofa, cheering.
"Dad, I want to eat Beiping roast duck!" Han Youxin loudly expressed his deepest craving.
"There's no Beijing roast duck," Han Guishan said, expressionless.
"Youxin's mattress in his room needs to be changed; he's still growing and can't sleep on such a soft mattress." Wang Jing emerged from Han Youxin's room. "There are still many things we need to buy for the house, like kitchenware. The table lamp, the cupboard, and all that need to be replaced with new ones. The walk-in closet has to be redone just like our old one, and as for the study, you see to it yourself, I'm not handling your study."