The octagonal table under the pergola was packed full of food. Braised pork glistened with oil, steamed fish lay on a porcelain plate with its tail sticking up, and there were also cucumber salad, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and even freshly steamed buns were steaming hot, covered with a layer of fine white flour.

Fu Yuanshan busied himself pouring wine for the neighbors, the rough porcelain cups clinking together with a crisp sound. He smiled and said, "Uncles and aunts, today is my nephew Nian'an's one-month celebration. Please don't be shy, eat and drink to your heart's content!"

Zhou Desheng stood up with his wine glass in hand and raised it to Song Yushuang: "Auntie, Nian'an is a blessed child, he's sure to be successful in the future! Let me toast you first, to thank you for taking care of our family all this time."

Song Yushuang quickly stood up, still holding Nian'an in her arms, carefully avoiding the child: "Desheng, you're too kind. We're all neighbors, it's only right that we help each other out. I'll drink this cup, and I also take your good wishes, hoping that Nian'an will be a down-to-earth person in the future."

Yun Tangyin sat to the side, and Jiang Jianhua was putting a piece of fish on her plate: "Yinyin, eat more fish to nourish your body. The baby still needs you to breastfeed."

Yun Tangyin smiled and took it. She had just taken a bite when she heard Nian An make a "ee-yah" sound and reach her little hand towards her.

Song Yushuang quickly handed the child over: "Is he hungry? Let your mother feed him."

Yun Tangyin held Nian An in her arms, gently patting his back, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Aunt Zhang brought over a bowl of brown sugar egg custard and placed it next to Yun Tangyin: "Drink some of this after you finish the fish to replenish your qi and blood. I deliberately put less sugar in because I was worried it would be inconvenient for you to breastfeed."

Yun Tangyin quickly thanked her, "Aunt Zhang, you've worked so hard since this morning. Please sit down and rest."

Aunt Zhang waved her hand and smiled, "It's no trouble at all. Seeing how cute the child is makes me happier than anything else. Look at Xiao Lan, she was just telling me that she wants to come and play with Nian An every day."

Just then, Xiaolan pulled Zhou Ming and Zhou Liang over, clutching a plush rabbit in her hand: "I brought a gift for Nian'an! My mother made this rabbit for me, and I want to give it to Nian'an."

Yun Tangyin took the doll and said with a smile, "Thank you, Xiaolan. Nian'an will definitely like it. When he grows up, we'll let him pick strawberries and collect bird eggs with you in the back mountain."

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "Great! I can even teach him to climb trees!"

Song Yushuang was filled with joy as she watched the children having a lively time.

She raised her glass to the crowd and said, "Thanks to everyone for coming today. I don't have much to offer, just some simple home-cooked food. But the sentiment behind this meal is genuine. If you need any help in the future, just let me know. We need to help each other to live a good life."

After saying that, she tilted her head back and drank half a glass of wine, her face flushed, but she smiled with exceptional energy.

The celebration for the baby's full moon lasted until the afternoon before the neighbors gradually dispersed.

Fu Yucheng and Fu Yuanshan were busy clearing away the dishes, while Jiang Jianhua helped Aunt Zhang pack up the remaining food: "Aunt Zhang, please take some of this braised pork and steamed buns back with you for the children's dinner."

Aunt Zhang couldn't refuse, so she had to accept: "Then I won't stand on ceremony. Don't overwork yourselves. I'll come back tomorrow to help with the rest of the work."

Song Yushuang held Nian'an and sat under the eaves. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the locust leaves and fell on the child's face, leaving dappled patches of light.

Nian'an fell asleep, her little mouth slightly open, occasionally letting out a soft hum.

Song Yushuang gently stroked his hair and whispered to Yun Tangyin, "Look at this child, he's so well-behaved even when he's sleeping. Back when Acheng was little, he would always cry in the middle of the night, and his father and I would take turns holding and comforting him, and we couldn't sleep well all night."

Yun Tangyin smiled and said, "Maybe Nian'an is just worried about me. She knows I'm weak after giving birth and doesn't want me to overwork myself."

Song Yushuang nodded, her eyes full of relief: "Yes, our Nian'an is such a sensible child. From now on, I'll cook millet porridge for you every morning and stew chicken soup for you at noon. Take good care of yourself, and the child will grow up strong and healthy."

As evening fell, Fu Yucheng took a small wooden box out of the house and handed it to Song Yushuang: "Mother, this is the reading glasses I bought for you in town today. The lenses of your old glasses were all fogged up, making it inconvenient for you to see things."

Song Yushuang took the wooden box, opened it, and saw that the dark-colored frames were set against the transparent lenses, and there was a faint smell of wood.

She tried them on, picked up a piece of fabric from the sewing box, looked at it, and said with a smile, "It's so clear! Much better than my previous glasses. Ah Cheng, you even thought of buying me these."

Fu Yucheng sat down beside her, looking at Nian An sleeping soundly: "You're busy for Nian An every day, making clothes and embroidering patterns, your eyes must be tired. This is what I should do."

"Oh, right, I'll go to town tomorrow to buy some more cotton. Didn't you say you wanted to make a small quilt for Nian'an? Soft cotton is comfortable to cover yourself with."

Song Yushuang nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, buy some new cotton, and pick out a light pink cloth, only girls like pink. Oh wait, Nian'an is a boy, how about we buy light blue?"

Yun Tangyin couldn't help but laugh: "Mother, don't worry, the child is still young, light pink is fine for him. We'll make him a dark blue one when he grows up."

Song Yushuang laughed too: "You're right, I was just confused with joy."

At night, after Nian'an fell asleep, Song Yushuang sat under the oil lamp, wearing both new and old reading glasses, and began to sew a small quilt for Nian'an.

A light pink fabric was laid on the kang (a heated brick bed), and she took a needle and thread and sewed it stitch by stitch, the stitches fine and neat.

Yun Tangyin leaned against the headboard and looked at her, then suddenly said, "Mother, do you remember when I first married into this family?"

Song Yu paused in her hand movements, then smiled and said, "How could I not remember? You were so shy back then, and your voice was so soft. Now, you're a mother, and our family has welcomed Nian'an. Life is getting better and better."

She bent down and continued sewing the quilt, the light of the oil lamp reflecting on her face, and the white hair at her temples also shimmering with a soft light. "Once this quilt is finished, Nian'an will be able to cover himself with it, and he won't be afraid of the cold in winter. When he grows up and sees this quilt, he will know how much his grandmother loved him back then."

Looking at her mother's focused expression, Yun Tangyin felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

The moonlight streamed into the room through the window, falling on the small quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) and on Nian'an's sleeping face.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp and the soft sound of needle and thread passing through the fabric in Song Yu's hands.

Such nights are ordinary yet warm, like a bowl of thick sweet potato porridge, soothing everyone's heart.

The next morning, Song Yushuang took the sewn quilt and covered Nian'an with it.

Wrapped in soft cotton, Nian'an lay inside, like a tiny pink dumpling.

Fu Yucheng walked in, saw this scene, and said with a smile, "Mother, you sewed this quilt so beautifully. Nian'an will definitely be warm under it."

Song Yushuang said proudly, "That's right, I stayed up all night sewing it, and the stitches are all aligned, so it doesn't hurt at all."