As soon as Meng Yunhan came home at noon, Father Zhao had prepared the meal, waiting for Meng Yunhan's arrival.
Because Little Huzi finished school earlier than Meng Yunhan, Father Zhao began preparing lunch as soon as Little Huzi was brought back.
"Hanhan, today when we picked up Little Huzi from kindergarten, his teacher praised him for being especially smart, able to speak English, recite poems, and even write. Little Huzi isn't even four years old yet, but he can do so much already. He's certainly bound to be Kyoto University material in the future."
Meng Yunhan glanced at her son's proud little face, and couldn't help but to tease, "He's good at everything, except he can't write his own name."
Little Huzi's smile instantly collapsed, "My name is too complicated." Thus, he still didn't know how to write it.