Jiang Zhihao was certain it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't let him remember so clearly. He could recall every single moment that had happened.,"Roast duck, you've always wanted to eat it, haven't you" Zhong Jiawei forced a smile onto her face, though it seemed rather strained.,When the roast duck was placed on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned to Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, Dad said he'll send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"。