Then Yun Hao turned and left.
Little Apple still had some doubts, "Is it over just like that?"
"Brother Huzi, Uncle Yun didn't punish you."
Little Shitou thought about it, happy that his brother hadn't been beaten or anything.
The three children walked home hand in hand to their family courtyard.
In the evening, when Yun Hao brought Little Huzi back, Grandpa Zhao and Meng Yunhan saw the bruises on Little Huzi's face,
"What happened?"
Meng Yunhan could tell just by looking that he had been in a fight.
She looked to the head of the family, her eyes asking what had actually happened.
"Grandpa, Mom, I'm fine; I'm just hungry."
Grandpa Zhao hurried off to cook.
Meng Yunhan glanced at Little Huzi, who obediently went to his own room. Yes, Little Huzi had his own room now, which Meng Yunhan had arranged to be very comfortable.
She had made him a desk, a bookshelf, and a reading lamp, as well as a wardrobe, and there were even a few pots of flowers outside the window.
