When Huang Cuilan and her sister-in-law woke up in the Zhou Family Courtyard, Ping'an was already done practicing his horse stance in the yard. He greeted them with a smile and continued his boxing practice.
Zhou Jiao heard the commotion from the East Wing and quickly came out, "Sister-in-law, you're up? Why not lie down a bit longer?"
Lin Juhua pointed to the little boy in the yard and laughed, "We can't let our Ping'an become a laughingstock at home."
"Jiao Jiao, Ping'an is still small." Huang Cuilan looked at the child with affection, hesitated, and finally spoke.
Zhou Jiao understood the implication and happily replied, "Sister-in-law, he's used to it."
"I thought the kid would only practice back home. But, as they say, 'a three-year-old shows the old.' Our Ping'an is bound to achieve great things, though the child might get exhausted."
"Don't praise him too much, all our kids are doing well. Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, once you've washed up, let's have breakfast."
