The Idiots Might Be Contagious
"These are our neighbors downstairs. This is Aunt Zhao." Father Xu gestured for Xu Huo to greet her.
Ms. Zhao clearly knew who Xu Huo was. After exchanging greetings, she quickly took her leave so the family could reunite without interruption.
"You get along well with your neighbors?" Xu Huo caught the apple Tongtong tossed to him.
"We live upstairs and downstairs from each other, so we always say hello when we meet," Father Xu said. "Besides, we can't go in or out. We usually just take walks around the residential complex. She's close with Aunt Yu and often brings us vegetables."
When Ms. Yu saw Xu Huo looking at her, she grew nervous. "Does he have a problem? Should we tell the Special Defense Department?"
"He doesn't." Xu Huo turned back to his father. "I didn't sleep well on the plane. I'm going to catch up on some rest."
Father Xu nodded repeatedly. "Your room is on the second floor, the one at the very end."
Xu Huo headed upstairs. Ms. Yu caught Tongtong, who was about to chase after him, and covered the boy's mouth as well.
After washing up, Xu Huo fell onto the bed and slept soundly. He didn't wake until the next morning.
In the living room, Father Xu and Ms. Yu were sorting through the holiday gifts the Special Defense Department had sent, along with the supplies they'd need over the New Year period. There was so much stuff that the couple planned to buy another refrigerator.
"I want ice cream!" Tongtong pestered his parents, hoping they'd add his favorite snacks to the shopping list they were submitting to the Special Defense Department. Ms. Yu sternly told him not to waste National Resources, while Father Xu chuckled and said