Zhou Xiaozheng led Zhou Jiao to the courtyard and pointed at the flower bed, saying, "This belongs to that old man. Before leaving, he asked Xiao Wu to take good care of it. Jiao Jiao, don't overthink it. We plant flowers for fun; if they become a burden, it's not worth the effort."
Seeing his daughter nod obediently, Zhou Xiaozheng smiled contentedly and led her to the kitchen, pointing inside, "The kitchen is big enough, right? It has a soil stove and a modified coal stove. Don't use the soil stove; you might jab your hand with the firewood. The coal stove is better; we have plenty of coal tickets, just put the coal on it, no need to watch the fire. Let Xiao Wu change the coal; be careful not to get burned."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile. She knew she was like a little baby in her dad's eyes. Her dad wished he could even feed her.
