Saturday was the Dragon Boat Festival, and also Zhu Qianying's 26th birthday.
Zhu Qianying, who had been kept up all night by the energetic young master Chi Yan trying to "make a baby," woke up a little late. As soon as little Zizai saw her coming down the stairs, he quickly ran over.
As Zhu Qianying approached him, she noticed that he was holding a small rag doll.
Happy birthday, Mommy!
The little guy handed the doll in his hand to Zhu Qianying. Zhu Qianying squatted down, took the doll, and gave the little guy a kiss.
"Mommy, I made this myself!"
The young master showed off smugly. Zhu Qianying took a closer look and thought, "Tsk, you have to admit, the stitches are definitely made by my precious son."
"Wow, so beautiful! My baby is so amazing! Mommy loves him!" Zhu Qianying happily hugged and kissed her son.
Of course, although she disliked the handmade nature of the item, to be honest, she wouldn't trade it for a limited-edition plush toy designed by a famous artist.
Naturally, this also fits the mother's pattern. Most mothers are more touched inside than they are on the outside!
"Happy birthday, Ying'er!"
As Zhu Qianying led Zizai into the center of the living room, Old Madam Yan and Yan Bo greeted them with smiles and handed Zhu Qianying a large red envelope.
Zhu Qianying accepted the red envelope, smiled, and bowed to the two elders.
"Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Mom!"
Zizai looked up at Zhu Qianying with a smile, "Mommy, you received a big red envelope, so you can treat Zizai to lots of delicious food, right?"
Zhu Qianying pinched his cheek, "Sure!"
Grandma Yan pulled him over, "Sweetie, just tell Grandpa and Grandma what you want to eat, and they'll take you there!"
Does Tong Xiaohuai's grandson actually have things he wants to eat but can't get or can't afford?
The two elders have always doted on their son. Let alone delicacies, if there really were white rabbits on the moon, and if their son said he wanted to eat one, the two elders would probably find a way to bring it down for their precious grandson.
The two elders doted on Zizai to an almost indulgent degree. In the past, Zhu Qianying would occasionally remind them not to spoil Zizai too much.
But now, even Zhu Qianying feels that since her son wants to, let him go eat, play, and buy things. Anyway, it won't cost much money.
Or rather, it's not that the Yan family can't afford the money.
Zhu Qianying knew that her current mindset was not right, but she couldn't help it.
The thought of seeing Zizai under the boulder made her think that since he wanted it, she should give it to him.
Zizai rubbed against his grandparents, seemingly wanting something. Zhu Qianying looked around and asked, "Zizai, where's your daddy?"
Zizai looked at his grandparents, and Madam Yan quickly chimed in, "Xiaohan left early this morning; I suppose he's busy with something."
Zhu Qianying had no suspicions and took the hot milk that Uncle Hai personally brought over, taking a big gulp.
After Zizai finished drinking half a glass of milk, he came over and pushed her towards the dining room.
"Mommy, go eat breakfast!"
As Zhu Qianying walked, she twisted her body to look at her son, "Sweetie, why are you in such a hurry? Isn't it almost lunchtime?"
Zhu Qianying thought that since it was already past ten o'clock, she might as well have a snack and then have lunch instead of a proper breakfast.
"No, I'll go hungry!"
Zizai, however, showed no sign of leniency and pushed her into the dining room.
Uncle Hai had already instructed the servants to prepare Zhu Qianying's favorite breakfast when he saw her come downstairs, and Zhu Qianying had a lot of favorite foods.
"You haven't eaten yet?"
Zhu Qianying was dumbfounded when she saw the table full of all kinds of Chinese and Western breakfasts and snacks.
“We’ve already eaten. This is a birthday breakfast that Grandpa Hai had the chef prepare especially for you.”
The little guy darted over to her, pulled out a chair, and said very politely, "Mommy, please sit down."
Zhu Qianying felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out for the time being.
When she was halfway through her meal, she realized why she felt something was off. The scene of breakfast spread across the table when she entered the dining room was similar to the scene when she visited the Yan family for the second time and told Yan Shao that she was hungry, and Yan Shao had instructed Uncle Hai to prepare breakfast.
Back then, Uncle Hai probably had the chef bring all the breakfast items from the kitchen to the table, just like it is now.
The scene is still very clear in my mind, but more than five years have passed. Zhu Qianying has also transformed from a naive and ignorant twenty-year-old girl into a mature woman who is a wife, a mother, and has her own career.
"Mommy, this, this..." Zizai stood on a chair, leaning over the table, and struggled to move a large bowl of noodles in front of Zhu Qianying. "This is longevity noodles, you have to eat it..."
Zhu Qianying smiled and nodded, placing the large bowl of noodles in front of herself. "Sweetie, would you like some too?"
Zhu Qianying spent her 21st to 25th birthdays in the United States.
Back then, my mom would indeed cook a big bowl of longevity noodles on the morning of my birthday, and then the three generations of the family would share the bowl of noodles together.
Even though Mom isn't here, Zizai still wants to eat a little with her.
"certainly!"
This big bowl of noodles was actually cooked by Uncle Hai at his request.
Zizai took out three bowls from the drawer under the table, saying, "Mommy, give some to Grandpa and Grandma too."
Zhu Qianying did as she was told, using chopsticks to pick up three and a half bowls of noodles, while Zizai carried two and a half bowls of noodles out on a tray.
"Grandpa and Grandma, you should eat some noodles too, so you can live to be a hundred years old."
Yan Bo and his wife never cared about these things, but since their grandson did, they would too.
Besides, even if he wasn't offering noodles for longevity, and even if he didn't say anything auspicious, the fact that a five-year-old kid like him personally brought them noodles was enough to move the two old folks to tears.
"Thank you, Zizai!" The two, afraid of tiring their grandson, quickly took the noodles from the tray.
Zizai stood in front of them with a smile, "No need to thank me. Grandma said that no matter whose birthday it is, we should eat longevity noodles together, which means that the year ahead will be smooth and successful."
Yan Bo and Madam Yan exchanged a knowing smile. This little guy is quite thoughtful!
Yanbo patted his head. "We all have noodles, what about Zizai's?"
Only after being reminded by his grandfather did the little one remember that he had promised his mother he would eat noodles with her.
"Zizai is in the dining room, I'm going to eat with Mommy."
As he spoke, Zizai turned and slipped away as quickly as if his feet were greased.
Yanbo and his wife exchanged another glance, picked up their noodles, and walked into the dining room. The four of them sat down together to eat noodles.
"Ying'er, do you have any plans for later?"
Zhu Qianying's birthday celebrations have always been very casual. Apart from a bowl of longevity noodles that her mother always cooks, nothing else matters.
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