On the day of August fifteen, Yan Wenxiu, Wentao, and Yan Wenkai returned home.
After washing up, the three of them went to the old lady's courtyard.
"You've lost weight, is studying at the Academy very tough?"
The old Mrs. Yan looked at her three grandsons, who had grown a bit slimmer, with a face full of distress.
Yan Wenxiu smiled and said, "Grandmother, it's not tough at the Academy, it's just that we've recently changed environments and are still getting used to it. Once we adjust, things will slowly get better."
As she clung to her eldest grandson, Old Mrs. Yan said, "You child, don't spend all your time studying, you also need to take the time to exercise and keep your body strong. Only with a healthy body can you achieve great things."
Yan Wenxiu listened respectfully, his face always smiling, and he nodded from time to time.
Meanwhile, Yan Zhigao and Madam Li watched their increasingly composed eldest son with pride and satisfaction on their faces.