"All right, all right," Xiao Yanzheng interrupted them. "It's getting late, and if we don't go back, Grandmother will be worried." As he spoke, he pulled Sheng along and said, "Look at you, all covered in dirt, and your little hands are frozen like dumplings. Hurry and wash your hands; it's time for dinner."
Xing reluctantly looked at the table full of clay dolls, while Sheng said, "Let's play a little longer. This is even more fun than making kites with the teacher." He paused and added, "Aunt Suqing, you're amazing!"
Hu Suqing smiled at him, "Aunt knows many things."
Xiao Yanzheng, however, took Sheng's small hand and said, "Miss Hu has been shaping clay all afternoon, she's tired. Even if you don't want to rest, you should let her have a break."
Sheng thought for a moment, then stood up, grinning at Hu Suqing, "Aunt Suqing, will you come to our house again tomorrow?"
