Lu Chenyuan did as he said and only came over on weekends, never staying the night.
Ou, wearing a little bunny bathrobe with a big carrot on the hood, smelled milky fresh after his bath.
He nestled on the sofa, his short legs propped up, engrossed in a game on his smartphone.
Lin Yan asked him, "What are you playing? Little kids should play educational games, like 'Hongen Spelling,' listening to Ivy League daddy tell stories or memorizing ancient poetry."
Ou took a quick breather from his game, stretching out four fingers, "I'm over four years old, about to turn five. Mommy teacher says my little head is very smart."
Lin Yan handed Ou a cup of warm milk, which she had bought herself, not touching any of the items Lu Chenyuan stocked in his fridge.
"1+6 equals what?"
Ou answered without hesitation, "Eight."