Sun Sijia wanted to say something, but He's mother said impatiently, "Sijia, you need to know what first come, first served and seniority mean. The rooms upstairs have already been assigned. If you don't want to live downstairs, you have a suitable place to live. Grandma can help you pack your things and move there."

Seeing that she was about to be kicked out, Sun Sijia didn't dare to make any demands.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "It's great to live here. I can spend more time with my grandparents, and I can sleep a little longer during the day."

"It's good that you think that way." Mother He didn't care whether she was happy or not; if she didn't want to stay, she could get out.

Mother He misses Little Rice Cake. Little Rice Cake is so thoughtful, filial, obedient and well-behaved.

That's a story for another time.

Yun Jin and Li Aimei agreed to meet in the waiting room of the train station. He's mother and the others saw Yun Jin and her family off to the train station. Little Niangao was reluctant to part with her grandparents and clung to them, begging to take them with her.

Mr. and Mrs. He were very tempted, but in the end they gave up.

As for the steamed buns, Xiao Niangao wanted to take them to the base.

Yun Jin was also worried about leaving He's parents' house; she would always be concerned if she didn't keep an eye on things herself.

With just a word from He's father, Xiaodoubao was packed up again, just like when they came to Beijing, and sent to the train station. Yun Jin bought a few packs of cigarettes and some fruit, and asked the driver to look after them.

Having received Yun Jin's favor, they happily agreed.

Even if they don't agree, what can they do? The higher-ups have already spoken to them.

However, they were happier to receive a few packs of cigarettes and some food and drinks.

And so, Little Bean Bun set off with Yun Jin and the others once again.

When boarding the train, He's parents and Xiao Niangao had a tearful farewell.

He Zizhen said, "Don't forget your promise to bring me something delicious."

"Sister, you have to miss me!" Little Rice Cake pleaded.

He Zizhen nodded, watching the train about to depart, and said to her parents, still unwilling to give up, "Can't I really go with my aunt?"

Mrs. He didn't say anything, afraid that she would soften her heart.

Mr. He comforted her, "Go back now, Grandpa will buy you something delicious."

He Zizhen lowered her head resignedly: "I want to drink soda, eat ice cream, and eat the little rice cake too."

Mr. He smiled indulgently: "Okay, I'll buy it for you!"

As for the small rice cake portion, Grandpa saved it for her; no one else could eat it.