Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but laugh out loud, her gaze gentle, "Alright, I'll leave him a bit."
Mrs. Wang quietly sighed with relief, turning her head to see Zhao Erlang still eating. She couldn't help but give him a pat, "All you think about is eating. Did you learn the characters I taught you yesterday?"
Zhao Erlang suddenly found the pastry in his hand not so tasty. He looked at his sister guiltily and stood up, "Mother, I'm going to make medicine for Grandfather."
"Does your grandfather need you to make medicine for him? Hurry over here. Today we're learning new characters. If you can remember just one, I'll give you two extra pastries tomorrow."
Zhao Erlang didn't want to, retreating step by step until he reached the door, then turned and ran outside, "I don't want to learn characters anymore. Grandfather already said he wouldn't force me."
"You!" Mrs. Wang was exasperated, "Stop right there! Who taught you to run off when speaking to elders?"
