Min, with a casual expression, smiled and said, "He must have found a place to hide."
Xing couldn't help but laugh. Zhi had always been skilled at hiding things since he was young.
In the evening, Xiqiu asked Tiancheng and Tianjing to escort Xing and Sheng back home. Min returned to his room to do his homework. Xiqiu played with Zhi in the Warm Pavilion. She leaned against a large pillow while Zhi was dismantling the Nine Rings. Xiqiu brought out literacy cards and pointed at them, asking, "What is this?"
"A cow!" Zhi glanced quickly and replied crisply. Xiqiu nodded slightly and asked again, "Do you remember the poem I told you about cows?"
Without looking up, Zhi recited fluently and quickly, "Cooking the sheep and slaughtering the cow for a feast, must drink three hundred cups each when necessary."
