Sweet times are always fleeting.
By the time they returned from climbing the Great Wall, it was already the afternoon. They made some simple food after they got home and then laid down on the bed, too tired to move.
The dinner was prepared by Yun Hao.
Old Mr. Zhao watched them, smiling.
"Dad, next time, let's climb the Great Wall." Only then did Meng Yunhan recall that her dad had been with her in Kyoto for so long and she hadn't taken him to climb the Great Wall yet.
Previously, she had been busy with homework and housework over the weekend, and she had neglected her dad.
But old Mr. Zhao didn't really care. Seeing his daughter busy running the household, he was glad that she shouldered the responsibilities of the family.
On her weekends off, she didn't even rest. If she wasn't making clothes for him, she was making clothes or shoes for other family members.