There was long day ahead after the breakfast, Zhong Xing stood up from the breakfast table to wash his hands, others were still chewing their morsals and have food in their pots as well.
They were slow and little cautious to show any lapse in their manners.
Since it was the beginning of winter, the air was little damp.
The first facing and on both sides of the yard were decorated with small plants and vines, vines were amassed to beautify the facing of the house.
A country house meant to be simple and more natural in this way.
"Father" Henan came from behind and voiced.
He turned with a smile to see his daughter but there was no one, puzzled he turned back.
"Father" this time the voice came from his left side, he hastily turned to see his daughter.
Now he was sure that the voice would come from right side and he would rush but after waiting for some time she still did not voice him again.
