When it was eleven o'clock, Song Yi urged her to take a rest again.

"You're not well yet, don't stay up late, leave the rest to me."

Fang Zongtang didn't want to yawn either. After taking the medicine, he wanted to sleep.

By ten o'clock, she could hardly open her eyes. She was able to hold on until eleven o'clock only because she was thinking about preparing something for her great-grandfather.

"Okay, I really can't stand it anymore, you should go to bed early too. Make less, and Grandpa won't come to us for more."

Song Yi smiled, took her hand and walked her into the house.

"Go to bed early."

She closed her eyes, buried her head in the quilt, and said vaguely: "You should go to bed early too."

Song Yi stood at the door and watched for a while. Seeing that she fell asleep, he walked over, helped her take off her shoes, covered her with a thin quilt, and watched her quietly by the bed for a while before leaving.

When Fang Zongtao got up at night, he saw that the kitchen light was still on, so he turned around and glanced at the clock in the living room.

It’s past two o’clock, why aren’t you sleeping yet?

When she went over, Song Yi was still busy in the kitchen, as if he was tireless. His movements were smooth and he didn't seem sleepy at all.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" she asked, yawning.

Song Yi paused as he sifted through the filter, then turned around with a smile.

"We can't be careless on Great Grandfather's death anniversary. Wait until I'm done before you go to bed."

She turned her head to look at the dough on the chopping board, blinked, and became much more sober.

"You're not planning on steaming the buns now, are you?"

Song Yi turned away to hide his discomfort.

"The dough has risen too early. If we don't make it now, it will become sour and inedible by tomorrow morning."

Fang Zongtang frowned. This person~

"It doesn't matter if it's sour or smelly. As long as we prepare it with care, my great-grandfather will still like to eat it. Now turn off the fire and go back to sleep!"

Song Yi wanted to insist, but Fang Zongtang glared at him, so he put down the filter in his hand and turned off the fire on the stove.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Fang Zongtang hummed with satisfaction and turned to walk out. Before entering the house, he glanced at Song Yi behind him and saw him take off his apron and turn off the lights before entering the house.

I had a dreamless night and woke up to the sound of birds singing and flowers blooming. It’s a nice day today.

Fang Zongtang chose a relatively low-key lavender dress with handmade pearls. She still wore yesterday's black and white sneakers. She simply put her hair up and fixed it behind her head with a rubber band.

She used to have short hair, and no one knew what she did in the past ten years, but she actually grew long hair, which she hated the most.

I was thinking about finding time to cut it off when Song Yi came in.

"I have something important to tell you."

Fang Zongtang glanced at Song Yi's chin and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Yi: "Let me make it clear first, you can't be angry."

She couldn't make this promise.

"Tell me what's going on first." She walked out the door.

The table in the living room was filled with old-fashioned pastries, as well as offerings such as chicken, duck, fish and meat. It was so full that there was no room to stack them all, and many of them had been packaged and placed on the floor.

Song Yi knew that it was useless to argue, so he told the truth.

"I moved my great grandfather's grave from Babaoshan to Zhaixingshan."

Fang Zongtao only felt a buzzing in his head and then went blank for two seconds.

"What did you say? Say it to me again?"

Song Yi quickly explained: "Zhaixing Mountain has been calculated by a famous master. It is a Feng Shui treasure land. Those buried there are either rich or noble. I bought a large area on purpose to ensure that no one will disturb Great Grandpa's peace."

She looked at the person who was speaking with an expression of disbelief. Did she care about the Feng Shui of the land?

Is it true that being rich means being noble?

"You didn't even wait for me to come back to discuss it before you moved my great grandfather to another place. What if I come back to pay my respects to my great grandfather first and I can't find him?"

This is what she cares about!