"Why do you bring so many things every time you come? I'm here to see your own child, not a stranger." Shen Qingli sat between his mother and grandmother, looking at the pile of things, muttering softly.

Mother Shen patted her gently: “Then I never see you empty-handed every time you go back? If you are not allowed to take it, why do you still take it?”

Shen Qingli was speechless when asked and argued:

"Isn't it because I want to get you something good?" She paused and pursed her lips embarrassedly.

Yes, when she went back, she took things because she wanted to bring more good things home and didn’t want to go back empty-handed.

The same goes for family members. Every time they come to see her, they don’t want to come empty-handed. They also want to bring her some extra things.

"It's nothing, just some diapers and blankets prepared by your mom and grandma, as well as some food." Grandpa Shen was talking to Grandpa Meng and responded casually when he heard it.

Shen Qingli saw that it was not just some simple food, but also rice, flour, meat, eggs, sugar, biscuits, cakes, and malted milk.

"It's just some food, nothing special. Here, take it. This is a gift from grandpa and grandma to the children." Grandma Shen took out two thick red envelopes and put them in Shen Qingli's hands.

"This is from mom and dad." Gigi Lai also took out two big red envelopes and handed them to her.

Shen Qingli knew it was useless to refuse, so she didn't. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't opened the red envelope given to her by the elders of the Meng family last time.

"Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma, thank you, Mom and Dad." She smiled shyly.

"There's more." Gigi Lai took out three beautifully embroidered brocade bags from her bag.

"These two are safety locks for the baby, and this is a bracelet for you. Open it and see if you like it."

Shen Qingli looked at the three exquisite gold ornaments in her hand, looked up and met her mother's loving eyes, her nose a little sore: "Beautiful, thank you, Mom."

Her family really gave her all the good things, and she didn't even think of preparing a safety lock for the baby. Her mother not only prepared one for the baby, but also prepared a gift for her.

Shen Qingli stood up and took the clothes with the two children and himself.

"This peace lock is really beautiful. I made smooth bracelets for my child and Qingli, with simple designs. I estimate they will be finished in the next two days. But they are definitely not as delicate and beautiful as the peace lock." Ye Qiu agreed with a smile.

Although her in-laws were so generous, it was a little late for her, as a grandmother, to think of it. It was only after Shen Qingli was born that she thought of making a piece of gold jewelry for the child.

Meng Xiao was pouring tea for everyone. Little Meng Lian was sleeping soundly at the moment. The more noise he heard, the deeper he slept. Usually, when it was quieter, he would not sleep.

Little Xihe was lovingly held by everyone in the Shen family in turn.

She was giving him face at this moment and didn't sleep. She looked around curiously with her big eyes open. She gave face to whoever held her and didn't cry no matter who held her.

Her chubby little hands were grasping the safety lock on her neck, but she couldn't hold it tightly because her hands were not even as big as the lock. This shows how much Gigi Lai was willing to give up.

"Has the second child's name been finalized?" Grandpa Shen was full of energy, teasing his great-granddaughter in his arms. He did not forget to look up and ask Grandpa Meng.

"It's settled. It was named by her grandfather, Meng Xihe." Old Master Meng sat a little further away and spoke with his face slightly tilted. He was afraid that he would infect little Xihe with a cold.

"Xihe, not bad, not bad, very good." The Shen family are all intellectuals, and they think this name is really good.

"It's all thanks to her grandfather, otherwise we, a bunch of rough guys, really wouldn't be able to come up with a good name."

Grandpa Meng smiled and said, "It's good that my in-laws are cultured people. Their names are all unique."

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"Hello, comrade. I want a pound of sugar." A gentle voice sounded.

"Sixty cents." Meng Kexin looked up at the other person, her eyes lighting up:

"Ah! Comrade, is that you?"

She said with some surprise.

Two days ago, when she was riding her bike home from get off work, the fruits she bought were hanging on the handlebars, swinging back and forth and scattered all over the ground.

It was the person in front of her who helped her pick up all the spilled things. She thanked him at that time, and the person waved goodbye and left without saying a word.

Seeing it again today, I can't help but feel a little surprised.

"Who are you?" The man looked at Meng Kexin with some doubt, and took out sixty cents and handed it over.

Meng Kexin took it, turned around and handed him a bag of sugar.

"The evening before yesterday, you helped me pick up some fruit at the entrance of the alley near the bookstore. Remember?"

"It's you, little girl?" A smile spread across the handsome man's face. Actually, he wasn't that old himself, looking about the same age as Meng Kexin, but he spoke with a more mature air.

"Yeah, thank you for that day."

Meng Kexin didn't expect to meet him again.

"No...you're welcome. You already said thank you that day." The boy seemed not good at talking to girls. His face turned red after just two sentences.

He had just gone to the bookstore to buy some books and was on his way home when he happened to see her things spilled all over the floor. He had only helped her out a little. He hadn't expected that she would still remember him.

Meng Kexin looked at him as if she had discovered a new world. How could there be a boy who was so easily shy? He blushed after just two sentences?

Before she could say anything, the man was called out by someone in the car outside.

"I'm leaving first."

He greeted Meng Kexin and hurried out. Meng Kexin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he turned around.

The older woman who worked with her came over and poked Meng Kexin: "Why are you still looking when there's no one around?"

Meng Kexin looked away, smiled, and said nothing. She lowered her head and concentrated on wiping the counter.

The eldest sister's curiosity suddenly emerged, and she came over:

"Ke Xin'er, you like this kind of naive type, don't you? Look at that shy guy, his face is completely red just talking to you. Is he interested in you?"

Meng Kexin looked helplessly at Sister Zhang, whose gossipy heart was burning with anger:

"Sister Zhang, he and I just met by chance. He helped me, and I just wanted to thank him. What are you thinking? Doesn't it mean he's thin-skinned just because he blushes?"

She was really impressed. Although Zhang Dajie was not a bad person, she loved gossip even more than her. There was no one around her that she didn't know. She would chat with strangers for a long time even if they came to buy something.

"Ke Xin'er, based on your elder sister's years of experience reading storybooks and listening to gossip, I have a feeling that you two will meet again. Your fate definitely goes beyond this. You might even gradually develop a relationship..."

Sister Zhang chased after Meng Kexin, chattering and fantasizing.

"Sister Zhang, stop it! You're really exaggerating. Read less storybooks and comic books. Look, these are the only things on your mind all day long..."

Meng Kexin was speechless.

She could make up a story about two strangers whose names she didn't know. Her imagination was richer than that of a little girl, and her longing and fantasy for love were even more wild than hers!