He Feng moved all his luggage into the house. Looking at the unfamiliar environment, he took a deep breath.
His son, Xiao Peng, packed his things and walked out of the room.
"Dad, I've packed everything," Xiao Peng said dutifully. The expression on his face looked very serious.
He Feng replied with an affirmative grunt and decided to set his things down and cook for his son first.
The father and son worked from morning to afternoon, but they had not taken a single bite.
"Take a rest for a while and start eating right away," He Feng said and walked into the kitchen.
Xiao Peng replied and obediently went back to his room. He picked up a book and started reading.
He Feng placed the food on the table. When he went to ask his son to eat, he found that he had already fallen asleep on the table.
He Feng went forward and gently picked up his son, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.
