There she was, Bella Windham in a red skirt, sitting between her parents, almost as if she was their sibling!
"Bob, brother!" Bella Windham, spotting Edward Thompson coming down the stairs, waved at him. "Co over here."
Edward Thompson walked over.
Bella Windham handed him a spicy stick.
Yes!
A spicy stick!
"Don't be shy, Bob, brother! Feel free to help yourself to any of the snacks on this table."
Edward Thompson looked around.
Yes.
This was his house!
But why did he feel like a guest in soone else's ho?
Just then, Bella Windham continued, "Bob, brother, would you like so Milk Tea?"
"Thank you, I'm not thirsty."
"How about a spicy stick? Like I said, make yourself at ho."
Edward Thompson: "..."
Was this Bella's house?
Sothing must be wrong with Viola Thompson's friend!
**
On the other side.
The Swantz family.
Dolores Frieman had hired a tutor for Jessie Frieman.
Seeing that Jessie was soon starting middle school, but her English grades were still diocre, she started to get anxious.
Jessie's foundation wasn't bad. When she was studying at her old school, she received nurous awards. However, the learning style in the city and the village were just too different.
Children in her village didn't start learning English until the third grade, and only had one class a week.
All they learn are simple things, such as the twenty-six letters of the alphabet.
But in the city, children start learning English in the first grade. By sixth grade, they've already started learning about verb usage and possessive forms of nouns N...
So Dolores Frieman hired a ho tutor to make sure Jessie could keep up after she started middle school.
The tutor was a graduate of a top 985 university.
The tutoring fee was expensive.
A one-hour lesson cost 120 yuan.
Fortunately, Jessie was a smart child and picked up the lessons quickly.
Soon, the hour-long lesson was over. The tutor ca out of the study room, "Mrs. Jessie, that's all for today's lesson. Please have Jessie practice morizing words every morning. After all, English is mainly about morization."
"Alright." Dolores Frieman nodded, "Thank you, Miss. Edison."
"You're welco." Finishing her sentence, Miss. Edison continued, "By the way, Mrs. Jessie, are all the preparations for Jessie's school application done? Which school did you choose?"
"Stevenson Middle School," Dolores answered.
Miss. Edison smiled, "Mrs. Jessie, you own a house in Capital City, right?"
Those without a house can only go to private middle schools.
Dolores nodded, "This house is ours."
"I see, that's good," Miss. Edison continued, "Stevenson Middle School has great teachers. I have a classmate who teaches there. Owning a house locally is certainly better, otherwise, it would be a hassle!"
"Indeed!"
"Well then, I won't keep you any longer, Mrs. Jessie. I need to head ho."
Dolores followed Miss. Edison, "It's getting late; would you like to stay for dinner, Miss. Edison?"
"No, no, I couldn't impose," Miss. Edison waved off the invitation, "I still have to go ho and cook for my children!"
"Then let give you sothing for the kids," Dolores picked up a fruit basket that she just bought off the table, "Eating more fruits can help supplent vitamin C!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Jessie. I will take my leave now." Miss. Edison took the fruit basket and left.
Just before leaving, Miss. Edison took one last look at the Swantz's house.
A three-bedroom, one-living-room house with a small study room.
Almost 200 square ters.
Dolores might have been divorced and raising two kids, but she was rather accomplished.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have managed to run a thriving barbecue restaurant and buy a house in Capital City.
Soon.
Miss. Edison returned ho.
Miss. Edison was a native of Capital City, living in a Siheyuan. Despite the size of the Siheyuan, it housed six families!
Her family of seven lived in the east wing.
The east wing was only fifty square ters with three rooms. It was barely enough for seven people.
As a result, her ten-year-old son and daughter still had to share a room with her and her husband.
She also had her parents living with them.
And her unmarried brother.
Her brother was the eldest child in the family. It would be inappropriate for him to live with the elderly, so he occupied a bedroom alone.
Then her parents lived in another room.
As Miss. Edison carried the fruit basket and opened the door, she was greeted by the strong sll of smoke.
"Brother, how many tis have I told you not to smoke inside the house!"
Tyler Edison was thirty-eight years old.
Unmarried.
He was quite the looker, educated from a top 985 university.
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