"Mom, I'm back."
Yuan Chun had just finished cooking when Tangtang ran into the yard, excitedly carrying her little backpack. "Mom, look what I've got!"
The three-year-old girl was holding a little red flower, proudly showing it to Yuan Chun. "The teacher gave it as a reward, Mom, it's for you."
"Thank you, my darling daughter."
Yuan Chun smiled, took the little red flower, and pinned it on a wooden board hanging on the living room wall.
There were already dozens of little red flowers there.
"Mom, there's another one now. The teacher said I scored full marks and praised me for being smart, and said my drawings are nice. Mom, I'm going to earn lots of little red flowers and cover the whole board at home." Tangtang chattered incessantly as she followed her mom.
Wang Ziteng put down his daughter's backpack, rolled up his sleeves, and helped bring the dishes to the table.
