Pay Attention To Me

Chapter 35

When he returned to the Yin family home, Qiao WanYun had already had their servants prepare a full table of New Year’s Day dishes and Yin QuanTai had also returned home early for once even though that was rare.

Their family always paid attention to these types of sentimental rituals.

Qiao WanYun had personally made the dumplings herself. She didn’t often do housework, but the dumplings were well-formed and tasted very good, so Yin QuanTai ate a whole bowlful. “Next time, leave this kind of work to the servants, don’t exhaust yourself.”

Qiao WanYun laughed, “It’s just making a few dumplings, what’s so exhausting about it?”

It was impossible for just four people to finish eating all these dishes, just a few bites of each dish was enough to fill them up.

Yin Ze was the first to leave the table, parting with the line “I’m going upstairs” and returning to his room with the door tightly shut behind him.

The two brothers hadn’t started quarreling today, so Qiao WanYun was very pleased. “It’s just his rebellious period. In two or three years, he’ll become sensible, so don’t bicker with him, Xiao Che.”

She actually knew that her eldest son never bickered, but she was still afraid that her child might be holding something back inside. “If he does anything particularly excessive, just tell Mama. Mama will help you teach him a lesson.”

“It’s okay, I don’t take it to heart.”

After Yin Che finished eating, he watched TV with her for a while, chatting and gossiping about a bunch of insignificant, trivial topics, such as which relative’s child got married or, for example, which male star in a recent TV series was particularly handsome or, for example, if he understood the lessons from his teachers at school or not.

Many students at First High thought that the daily life of the Yin family had to be full of indulging in a life of luxury, partying and having fun every night.

In fact, something like that was just an exaggeration, but that was just the imagination of teenagers who’d watched too many cartoon movies.

Past ten in the evening, the parents who couldn’t endure staying up any later went to sleep, not able to keep up with an energetic young person.

Yin Che returned to his bedroom, took a shower, and lay on his bed listening to music.

Through the transparent French windows, he could see a few small stars dotting the dark night sky.

It was a sight rarely seen at night in a big city.

He sat up and rummaged through his schoolbag for paper and his pen bag. He folded another origami star, threw it into the pen bag; he’d put it in the jar when he returned to school.

He lay back down on the bed, just as the song finished. Yin Che rolled over, lying on his stomach as he looked at his phone, and raised his feet, a glimpse of the red string on his ankle flickering in and out of view.

The class group chat was very lively. Some people were eating dinner, some were playing games, and some were posting memes. Most of the messages were just pointless chatter.

Zhang Ke was the one who talked the most as usual, flooding the chat with messages: [Look at my mom’s marinated pig trotters, the most delicious food on earth.]

[Fuck, YiLe, you ate five dumplings at dinner? Were you starving? Look at Da Xiong, he ate a whole batch.]

[This New Year’s gala is too boring. I can’t even read the bullet screen¹, so let’s play a game. Which Lao Ge will carry me?]