A bottle of milk was finished in less than five minutes, and the little girl was still sucking even when the bottle was empty.

Jianshu took the bottle out of her mouth, and Gu Mingjing cooperated by holding the child upright and starting to burp the milk.

Seeing that little Gu Yiyi had no milk to drink and started to chew his chubby paws again, he hilariously snatched her paws from her mouth, and when she pretended to cry, he stuffed the empty pacifier back in.

"Little slob, you don't mind getting your hands dirty."

Of course, little Gu Yiyi didn’t understand what her mother was saying. After eating and drinking, she felt sleepy and soon her eyes began to squint again.

Jianshu came back after washing the bottle, leaned over to take a look, and said, "Is he asleep? Put him in the cradle and let's continue eating."

Ever since this little one came into the family, I can hardly finish my meals. I either get hungry or have diarrhea in the middle of the meal. I always have to make my presence felt.

"You haven't fallen asleep yet, so just eat like this." Gu Mingjing looked at the little girl with half-open and half-closed eyes in his arms and shook his head.

Jian Shu didn't care about him, "It's up to you."

If she hadn't repeatedly emphasized that she couldn't hold the child all the time and let her form a habit, this man would have wanted to hold the child all day long. Now he could hold the child if he wanted to, after all, it wasn't her arms that were sore.

After the child fell asleep completely, Gu Mingjing reluctantly put the child back into the cradle next to him.

The family of three continued to eat snacks and drink wine while chatting.

Although there were some minor incidents in the middle, overall, the purpose of celebration was achieved.

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The weather is getting colder and the snow outside is piled thickly.

On this day, Gu Mingjing went to the army. Jian Shu and Jian Yucheng rarely showed any artistic side and made tea around the stove in the living room.

Of course, the initiator was naturally Jianshu. Jian Yucheng didn't care. Whatever his daughter said was the truth.

I originally wanted to emulate the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere of watching videos on Jianshu, but after trying it myself, I found that there was no such thing as leisure and comfort. All I felt was a rush and chaos.

Either the fruit was over-roasted or the peanuts and red dates were burnt and had a charcoal smell, not to mention the artistic conception.

After failing several times, Jianshu finally accepted that he wasn't cut out for art. But the fire in the stove couldn't go to waste.

Well, let's have barbecue, it's the best for a common person like her.

She'd have some beef and pork belly, and her favorite chicken wings, along with some lettuce, garlic, and other barbecued meats. The tea she'd brewed earlier was perfect for her, and the barbecued meat and tea were a great way to ease the greasy heat without getting on your stomach.

So, brewing tea around the stove turned into barbecuing around the stove. The living room that was originally expected to be filled with fragrance was indeed filled with fragrance, but it was not the fragrance of tea or fruit, but the overbearing smell of meat.

"Dad, come and try my cooking. Let me tell you, your daughter is a real master at grilling meat. Paired with my secret dipping sauce, it's absolutely delicious!" Jian Shu placed the grilled pork belly on the plate in front of her dad and pushed the lettuce and other things aside. "Dad, wrap the meat in this vegetable, it'll taste even better."

"Okay, don't just focus on me, eat something yourself." Jian Yucheng rolled one and handed it to Jian Shu first. Seeing that she was busy with her hands, he handed it directly to her mouth and said with a smile.

Jianshu ate it up in one gulp. "It's a pleasure to eat while baking. I love baking for you."

As he spoke, he brushed honey on the chicken wings and said, "When Mingjing has a day off, we'll make a roasted whole lamb."

"I'll do as you say." Jian Yucheng nodded with a smile.

Jian Shu loves spicy food the most, but she also particularly likes honey-glazed chicken wings and can eat several skewers in one go. Seeing that she was a little overwhelmed by the grilling, Jian Yucheng also came to help, and Jian Shu's plate was never empty afterwards.

When the two were eating happily, they suddenly heard shouts from outside.

Jian Shu held his breath and listened carefully. "Is this Ming Jing's voice? Why is he back now? It seems like there's someone else here?"

On the other hand, Jian Yucheng on the side was stunned at first, then a look of joy appeared on his face. He stood up quickly and said hurriedly, "Your uncle Wei is here. Pack your things. I'll go out to meet them." Then he ran out.

Uncle Wei is here?

Jianshu was delighted at first, then he looked at the miscellaneous things on the table, threw the vegetables that were not in season into the space, and ignored the remaining meat.

After packing up simply, he hurried out.

But before she could run out, she saw a large group of people crowding into the yard. Not only was there Wei Zhou, whom she had met before, but also Zhao Mingze, Qian Wenhan and Gu Zhan.

There were several people following behind, and Gu Mingjing was the last one.

Five grown men stood in the yard with excited expressions. Among them, Wei Zhou was the most emotional. He leaned on Jian Yucheng and cried bitterly, without any of the calmness he had when giving orders in the past.

"Brother Yu, it's great that you're back! I didn't believe it when I heard the news that you were back. Later, when you called me, I still didn't dare to believe it, for fear that I was dreaming. I didn't expect it to be true this time!" Now that he was hugging a warm living person, he really dared to believe it.

Wei Zhou's wife Qu Shuyun, who was following behind, looked at her husband's disappointing appearance and her eyes became red. She explained to Qian Wenhan's wife Xu Annan and Meng Ying:

"Ever since the news of Brother Yu's death first came out, my husband kept waking up in the middle of the night and saying he dreamed that Brother Yu had returned and scolded him just like before, then he would hug me and cry. Later, as time went by, he realized it was just a dream and gradually stopped mentioning it."

Thinking of those days, the two people beside them also sighed, "That's right, my husband was like that too. At first, he refused to go to the grave, insisting that the person was fine. Later, as time went by, he seemed to accept his fate. Every time on the anniversary of the death, he would carry a bottle of wine and sit in front of the tombstone, and would not come back until midnight."

The families all went through that time together, knew each other well, and could understand that kind of feeling better. Let alone the men, wouldn't even they feel bad?

"Fortunately, everyone is back now. Looking at this scene, I always feel particularly at peace."

The three women stopped at the gate of the courtyard and watched with a smile as the men cried and made a fuss, looking not at all serious. It was as if they had traveled through time and returned to their youthful days.

They were young at that time.

At that time, my friends were still...

After many years, there are only these few people left who can still get together.

A trace of sadness flashed in Meng Ying's eyes. "Old Liu's wife remarried, and after her husband left, we gradually lost contact. The others also had their own difficulties. This time, when Old Zhao contacted them, none of them could come. The old friends have also gradually drifted apart."

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