Children are divided into two categories: one's own children and other people's children.
"Other people's" children rarely end up in one's own home.
Now, the children from other families and our own were mixed together, which was convenient, as there was no need to compare with the children from other families. Only the pain behind Xu Shi'an's mask had deepened.
Xu Qing and Jiang He sat in the living room, watching their son scamper off to the kitchen to wash the dishes with an odd look in their eyes. He had the foresight to use dishwashing liquid, but he considered them clean as soon as they were covered in bubbles. Xu Jin then had to teach him how to wash them properly all over again.
After a while, Xu Shi'an emerged from the kitchen with his head held high and chest puffed out, a look that shouted 'praise me' plastered on his face.
"Uh..."
