"I don't know either. I was drunk at the time and got together with someone. We didn't exchange contact information, and I don't even know her name.
But no matter what, I'm still very grateful to her for giving birth to such a smart and sensible son. " Liu Yifeng did not mention Yun Duo'er.
She went to such great lengths to send her son to him, all to sever ties with the past and start anew.
If the fact that she was pregnant before marriage were exposed, her career would suffer an unprecedented blow.
If he didn't say anything, he would consider it his gratitude for her raising their son for so many years.
Qiangzi was half-believing: "You don't know, does your son not know either?"
"He's so young, what does he understand? Alright, stop asking so many questions. You're as gossipy as the old women at the village entrance!" Liu Yifeng didn't want to talk about it anymore.
In the evening, Qiangzi drank at Liu Yifeng's place until 9:30 and then went home. He said he wasn't afraid of his wife, but his actions were very honest.
However, being afraid of one's wife is a good thing. It shows that he has his wife in his heart, and such a marital relationship can last.
Liu Yifeng had also had a bit too much to drink, but he wasn't drunk.
Today, it was rare to be drinking with Qiangzi, so he couldn't help but have a few more drinks.
It was a pity that Lu Fei wasn't here. Given his personality, he would at least have accompanied him drinking until two or three in the morning.
The next morning, Liu Yifeng eagerly took the painting Tong Tong had given him to the photo studio in town, picked out a nice frame, and had the painting put in it.
Then he went home and hung it above his bed.
Looking at his handsome self in the picture, Liu Yifeng was very satisfied.
Now, he finally understood why Tong Tong's Taobao store was doing so well. It was simply because his paintings were too good, truly not inferior to those of a master.
However, with the kindergarten opening in about ten days, there was still no news from Grandpa Zhao about his son's enrollment, which meant it was likely a lost cause.
It seemed he still had to make plans early and find a kindergarten quickly, otherwise, it would be too late to enroll in the good ones.
But he didn't know which kindergarten was good, so he had to inquire more.
After all, kindergarten is a place that lays the foundation for primary school, so one cannot be careless.
Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID showed Grandpa Zhao.
Could this be telepathy? He was just thinking about Grandpa Zhao's promise and the lack of news, and then the call came.
However, he didn't think much of it and answered immediately: "Hello, Mr. Zhao!"
"Is that Xiao Liu?" Grandpa Zhao's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
Liu Yifeng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, is there something Mr. Zhao needs?"
"You asked me to speak to my daughter about your son attending her kindergarten. I told her last night, and she agreed to let you bring your son to the kindergarten for an assessment. If he passes, he can enroll."
Liu Yifeng, who had already given up hope, became excited upon hearing this: "Thank you so much! I'll definitely visit to thank you in a couple of days!"
"It's just a matter of a few words, nothing to thank me for.
If you really want to thank me, then help me get more wild mushrooms. I've eaten all the wild mushrooms you sold me last time." Grandpa Zhao had a particular fondness for food.
Just like those who drink often are accustomed to having a drink with their meal and feel uncomfortable without it,
He felt uncomfortable if he didn't eat wild mushrooms for a meal.
These ten-odd catties of wild mushrooms were gone in just a few days.
"That's easy. Our countryside is full of forests and mountains. After I finish my work these two days, I'll go to the mountains to find some for you and deliver them to you immediately." Liu Yifeng said.
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
"By the way, when would be a good time for me to bring my son to the kindergarten?" Liu Yifeng asked quickly as Grandpa Zhao seemed about to hang up.
"Today is Saturday. You can bring your son directly to the kindergarten on Monday. My daughter will be there all day!" Grandpa Zhao replied.
Liu Yifeng nodded: "Okay, I won't bother you any longer."
After hanging up the phone, Liu Yifeng was in a great mood. His son's schooling finally had a prospect.
He believed that with his son's intelligence, any pre-enrollment tests would be a piece of cake.
At four in the afternoon, Liu Yifeng drove his minivan to a shopping mall that had everything, saving him the trouble of visiting different stores.
There was a calligraphy brush store on the first floor, and the massage chairs were on the third floor.
Liu Yifeng first accompanied Qiangzi into the calligraphy brush store. After careful selection, he finally bought a large brush for two hundred and twenty yuan.
In their village, spending over two hundred yuan just to buy a calligraphy brush was not common, even rare.
However, Qiangzi was willing to spend a fortune for Teacher Xiong's liking, and he hoped he wouldn't be outdone.
After paying, Qiangzi held the box containing the brush protectively against his chest as if it were a treasure, afraid that someone would snatch it away.
"Why are you holding it so tightly? This is the 21st century; no one will steal your things." Liu Yifeng chuckled when he saw his treasured look.
Qiangzi remained unmoved: "You don't understand. Such an expensive item must be handled with care, lest opportunities be taken and lead to a criminal path."
"Alright, I don't understand, but you do. It's getting late, let's hurry to the third floor!"
Then they went to the third floor, where there were several stores selling massage chairs and massage pillows.
Liu Yifeng was not very familiar with this, so he entered a store at random. With the staff's recommendation, he finally bought a massage pillow for over two thousand yuan.
He originally wanted to buy a massage chair, but it was too big and inconvenient to carry. A massage pillow was more convenient and also not cheap.
The multi-functional massage pillow he bought could massage the head, legs, and hands, and it was not cheap.
Seeing the gift Liu Yifeng had bought, and then looking at his own, Qiangzi suddenly felt a little inadequate, regretting how he had treasured his gift just now.
"You're giving gifts worth two to three thousand yuan. You're completely leaving us no room to maneuver!"
"If you feel your gift is too cheap, I can give you some financial assistance, and you can pick another one. I'll give this calligraphy brush to my son. He can use it to practice calligraphy." Liu Yifeng raised his eyebrows.
Qiangzi immediately shook his head: "Forget it. Giving gifts should be based on one's own ability!
Besides, Teacher Xiong is not someone who is short-sighted. I was just saying that casually." He had no intention of changing his gift.