After a quick breakfast of leftovers, Huan and Lynne spent the better part of the next morning cleaning Mrs. Zhang’s home. Their original plan to divide and conquer eventually yielded to a joint room-by-room sweep with Mrs. Zhang overseeing things. Thankfully, Lynne had organized the kitchen and Huan had put away most of the tables and chairs in the shed the night before.
Once they were finished and Lynne had brought her things downstairs, she made her excuses to leave to Mrs. Zhang, giving the woman a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
“You never come and visit me like you used to. What, you don’t like me anymore? Or just too busy to make time for a poor old lady? What should I expect? My son is the same way,” she made a disapproving tutting noise.
“Sorry, Mama Ying. I guess we’ll have to ma
