On a cloudy Sunday.
When he opened the windows in the morning, it was very smoggy outside.
Smelling the unpleasant air, Zhang Ye coughed a few times and turned around to ask, "Mom, where's my face mask? Help me find it please. I have an appointment in the morning and will need to go out for a bit."
His mother replied, "I forgot where I put it."
"Help me look for it please," Zhang Ye requested.
"You're a man. Why do you need to wear a face mask?" his mother mumbled.
"The air is polluted." Zhang Ye said helplessly, "Don't believe what the news is saying about Beijing experiencing a heavy fog today. That's not fog but smog. When you and Dad go out later, remember to put on your face masks too. You must do it, alright?" He then looked at Chenchen who had just crawled out of bed and walked out of the room. "You too, did you get that?"
Chenchen pouted. "Zhang Ye, you're so slow."
His mother grunted, "Your uncle's behaving like a lady."
