Li Yan didn't rush to answer or enter the house; instead, he just stared at Cao Yongchang, "Is the water fetched?, Are the bowls washed? Is the firewood chopped?"
"It's fetched, washed, and chopped..."
Cao Yongchang stammered.
Li Yan glanced at the axe in his hand and pursed his lips, "Go chop."
"Oh."
Cao Yongchang wiped his head and was about to leave.
"Yongchang, take this."
Cha Xiaodao handed Cao Yongchang the two oil paper packages she held, inside were the storybooks and toys he'd bought on the street.
"Go ahead."
Only after Cao Yongchang ran off did Cha Xiaodao ask, "Is this how you teach him? We can't stay for more than a few months at most. Teaching him a few self-defense moves is what's important, what's this for?"
Li Yan gave her a look, "Do you understand or do I understand?"
Cha Xiaodao put her hands in her sleeves and shook her head with a smile, "Alright, you understand."
The two of them talked as they walked inside.
