Mrs. Zhao noticed that her son’s appetite had increased recently; he was always snacking after meals. Sometimes it was a sweet potato, sometimes half an ear of corn, and other times, the leftover porridge in the pot would inexplicably vanish. Thinking he was just in a growth spurt, she didn't press him about it.
Cheng Yun had shot up quite a bit since last year. Standing next to Cheng Dazhuang, he was nearly as tall as his father, though his frame remained thin and lanky, yet to develop the sturdy, broad-shouldered build of a man.
Cheng Dazhuang walked into the room carrying his skis. The bindings were a bit loose, and he had brought them back for Mrs. Zhao to fix.
Chapter 154