As planned, Mei Deng set for the trip the next morning, headed for the capital. The items he would be delivering were sent to him last night, along with a road map. Since he hadn't been to that country on his own, he had to rely on a roadmap.
"Bingwen don't go looking for trouble, help out around the house too." Yu Xiaoguang said, "and don't take any hairpins from any more girls." He sternly added.
Bingwen huffed, "it's the spring festival and I didn't get to set any fireworks or light lanterns this year. Bà, make sure to bring back something interesting."
"Bingwen!" Nuan scolded, the kid stuck his tongue out to her, already painting a picture of how the next seven days would be like.
Chunhua smiled warmly, "please take care on your way young master."
Mei Deng looked around, but did not see Da-Xia, as though reading his thoughts, Chunhua and Bohai answered at almost the same time.
"She's sleeping."
"She's washing her hair."
