When Yin Ming and his two companions arrived, the city lord's mansion was already packed with people, three layers deep.

Fortunately, Yin Ming had a height advantage. He found an angle, stood on tiptoe slightly, and saw the adorable, porcelain-like little boy sitting among a circle of objects in the garden between the main gate and the center of the main hall.

Every inch the little boy moved, a murmur arose from the crowd. When the little boy wobbled toward a secret manual, the crowd stirred. Even the Lord of Zhulu City, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but get excited.

Yin Ming clearly saw his lips moving as he said, "Right, right, take that one!"

The baby's first birthday celebration cannot be guided verbally; even the city lord only murmured instructions. Without external interference, the little boy paused for a few seconds in front of the manual before finally picking up the jade stone beside him.

Long Cheng shook his head in disapproval, "What's the point of having these coins? They're too small-minded."

Yin Ming assumed he was lamenting that the young city lord hadn't chosen that secret manual, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did Long Cheng also have a baby's first birthday celebration?"

If so, what were they arresting at the time?

“Of course there is. My father had just taken human form when he was born. He knew that you had the custom of ‘grasping the first object’ for the first time, so he arranged it for me as well.” Long Cheng gave Yin Ming a meaningful look, then turned to look at the little boy before continuing leisurely, “When I was born, my father had just put me down, and I immediately began to act with a clear goal.”

Yin Ming raised his eyebrows, sounding as if he had a very clear plan for his future.

Just when Yin Ming thought he had caught something extraordinary, Long Cheng surprisingly said that he had caught...

"Peach blossom pastry?" Yin Ming repeated in disbelief.

Seeing Yin Ming's shocked expression, Long Cheng replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, it's peach blossom pastry."

“At that time, my father had filled the carpet in the palace with all sorts of things. When he carried me past the long table next to him, even though it was only for a moment, I still smelled that tempting fragrance.”

Long Cheng said with a proud look, "As soon as my father put me down, I rushed to the long table, picked up a peach blossom pastry and stuffed it into my mouth."

"In the end, I even managed to snatch that plate of peach blossom pastries back from my dad and ate them all up."

I can already imagine the chaotic scene at that time, and the second male lead's father trying to get him back on track, while the second male lead resolutely threw himself into the food industry.

Yin Ming's expression changed several times, wanting to laugh but also feeling that it was really outrageous.

Is this something to be proud of? And how dare you criticize the young city lord just now? You're the weirdo yourself!

Long Cheng shook his head mysteriously, "You don't understand. Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to the food."

Yin Ming: ...It still has to be you.

The second male lead's father must have been in despair at that time.

As for why the second male lead could remember the details of his first birthday celebration, perhaps he had already started remembering things from the moment he hatched.

It's understandable that it's different from human games, since it's a game called Warcraft.

Oh right, I almost forgot, the second male lead definitely hadn't transformed into human form yet, right?

Yin Ming's mind conjured up an image of a little dragon chasing after someone for peach blossom pastries... Pfft, that's really funny.

He realized that the second male lead had some comedic talent.

The young city lord grabbed the jade and grinned, waving his little hand at the city lord as if it were some priceless treasure.

Seeing that his son had no intention of grabbing anything more, the city lord smiled helplessly, "It seems that I won't have to worry about his food, clothing and other necessities in the future."

A playful, affectionate remark drew laughter from the crowd.

The city lord stepped forward, picked up the little boy, and turned to the crowd in the direction of the gate, bowing slightly: "My son's first birthday ceremony has come to an end. Afterwards, I, Yang, have prepared a banquet for everyone. I hope you will do me the honor of joining us."

After the city lord finished speaking, he turned and walked into the main hall. Servants filed out from the courtyard on the side, removed the items for the baby's first birthday celebration, and began to set up tables and chairs in the garden.

The maids also walked out from the kitchen in an orderly fashion, carrying plates of dishes and placing them on the set-up dining table.

Yin Ming originally didn't plan to eat, but Long Cheng insisted on pulling him to sit down, so he reluctantly found a seat and sat down.

Lingyao silently followed behind the two, and sat down quietly next to Yin Ming.

Yin Ming noticed his absent-mindedness and gently nudged his arm, asking, "A-Yao, what are you thinking about?"

"Yin Ming... what does 'grasping ceremony' mean?" Ling Yao pursed her lips, looked up at Yin Ming and asked.

Yin Ming was taken aback. No wonder he hadn't heard Ling Yao offer his own opinions; it turned out he didn't know about the custom of the first birthday celebration.

"Simply put, it is a ceremony held by the family to predict a child's future and temperament when the child is one year old and the adults hold a banquet for him."

"During the first birthday celebration, family members will place various items and let the child choose according to his own heart. This is to predict his interests and hobbies, as well as the direction he may develop in the future, and also to express the family's good wishes for him."

Yin Ming shared what he knew about the customs of the first birthday celebration and his personal understanding of them.

Lingyao nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "So everyone has a first birthday celebration? What did Yin Ming pick up?"

Yin Ming scratched his head, his face turning slightly red with suspicion. "I was holding a pen at the time."

Yin Ming told the truth, but not the whole story.

According to his relatives, Yin Ming initially grabbed a spatula, but after being prompted by his relatives to "grab another one," he reluctantly picked up a pen instead.

As Yin Ming grew up, he did enjoy tinkering with food recipes and loved researching various dishes in his spare time.

It's unclear whether it was because he was holding a pen, but Yin Ming also seems to have a knack for drawing.

As for the baby grabbing a spatula during the first birthday celebration, it's not that there's anything wrong with that. Yin Ming himself believes that everyone's hobbies are worthy of respect. It's just that when it comes to talking about it, Yin Ming still feels a little shy.

As for his opinion on the custom of "grasping the baby's head for the first birthday celebration," Yin Ming neither believed nor disbelieved it.

After all, we can't condemn all such things as feudal superstition. Ultimately, it's just a way to celebrate a birthday and express the blessings of family members.

Yin Ming felt that the ceremony was quite meaningful. If it could be recorded with a camera, it would be a good way to remember the past when he got old.

“That’s wonderful…” Lingyao lowered her eyes. “Will I ever experience that…?”

Seeing his distraught appearance, Yin Ming felt a pang of heartache for no reason. He reached out and rubbed Ling Yao's head, comforting him, "There must be some, it's just that you were too young at the time and didn't remember."

"Yes, I really don't remember anything. I can't recall anything from before I was three years old."

Yin Ming silently watched Ling Yao, who was in agony, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The only tender period in the male protagonist's life was the three years when he and his grandmother depended on each other for survival, but he had no memory of those three years because he was too young.

When it comes to being a dog, you have to look at this dog world system.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Yin Ming, but the thought moved too fast for him to grasp immediately.

This feeling seems to have started after the male protagonist asked him what a "first birthday celebration" was. So what did the male protagonist just say?

Yin Ming racked his brains trying to recall the key points, and just as his brain was about to crash, he remembered them.