When little Dudu saw his mother's hand reaching towards his forehead, he pouted angrily and pushed the hand away.

"Mom is bad. Dudu is not angry. Dudu just wants mom to kiss Dudu like Aunt Wen." After the little guy said this, he quickly turned his back to Jiang Shanshan, his mother.

After listening to the little guy's unclear explanation, Jiang Shanshan smiled softly and reached out to straighten him up.

"This is the kiss you asked your mother to give you. You can't be unhappy if your mother kisses you." Jiang Shanshan said to him seriously.

Little Dudu nodded vigorously, "I'm not angry, kiss me."

After saying that, he moved half of his chubby face closer to Jiang Shanshan's mouth.

Jiang Shanshan smiled and finally kissed his chubby cheeks.

"It doesn't seem so embarrassing." A happy sound slowly emerged from the little mouth.

Jiang Shanshan raised his eyebrows and looked at his son's strange behavior in confusion.

"Mom, just kiss Dudu from now on. Dudu won't be angry anymore." Little Dudu held her hand and negotiated with her.

Jiang Shanshan smiled and confirmed with him, "You really want me to kiss you every day, are you sure?"

"Sure." The little guy nodded vigorously.

Jiang Shanshan smiled and held him in her arms, "Okay, from now on mommy will kiss you every day."

When the mother and son returned, both the older and younger ones had happy smiles on their faces.

Time soon arrived on the 25th day of the lunar year. Early in the morning, there was a lot of movement at the Zhang family's side.

"Should we go to the station to pick them up in advance? What if they come early? They will be cold at the station." Yu Guifang said while turning around.

"Mom, that's not necessary. My brother and his train won't arrive until around ten o'clock. It's only a little after eight now, and there's still a little more time. They won't get cold. Besides, the train will only be late, not early, so don't worry." After Jiang Shanshan finished explaining, he walked forward and pulled her to sit on the chair.

After hearing this, Yu Guifang finally put down the worry she had been feeling for the past few days.

"Oh, you little brat, you are making trouble again, aren't you? Go play with your Grandpa Zhang and don't disturb me while I'm writing couplets!" At this time, Wu Fanyou's angry and helpless voice came from the hall.

It turned out that little Dudu had added a few naughty handprints on the couplet he had just written while he was not paying attention, which immediately gave the couplet a unique charm.

Little Dudu was smiling, not feeling at all that he had done anything wrong.

"It looks good, Grandpa Wu. Dudu wants to learn it." Looking at the words above, little Dudu didn't recognize them, but he thought they were beautiful and he wanted to write them too.

Wu Fanyou perked up when he heard this and quickly called Xiao Dudu over. "That's perfect. Grandpa Wu will teach you how to write."

When little Dudu heard this, he immediately walked over in a very professional manner.

Under Cheng Fanyou's careful instruction, the little guy first picked up a brush that was thicker than his thumb.

A minute later, Wu Fanyou's angry voice came from the hall, which was filled with Chinese and Western flavors. "Alright, alright, my little ancestor, go play somewhere else and don't hurt me here. You're not writing, you're simply vandalizing me. Look at what you've done. You've turned everything I just wrote into a piece of waste paper."

Little Dudu, who was just clamoring to write, now has ink all over his face. He looks like a little cat, so cute.