"Haha, it's all up to you, Yaya. Daddy will eat whatever you make."
"Alright, leave it to me."
Zhuang Zhimeng made grilled beef on a hot plate.
The father and daughter each ate a large bowl of rice and finished all the beef.
Zhuang Xingzhou was preparing to go back to work.
"Dad, where are the photos of Junjun when he was little?"
"It's right under the TV cabinet."
The photos contained everything he hadn't shown him.
Okay, I understand.
I'll definitely let Junjun watch it properly tonight. He even laughed at Fatty for chatting with other people, saying he was the one having so much fun chatting.
"Haha, it's time to let him see it."
Zhuang Zhimeng put the cleaned white jade from the stone table into the warehouse; she really liked it just looking at it.
Zhuang Zhimeng went into the warehouse because her lover was also there taking things.
The couple would meet and chat for a few minutes.
"Honey, we found some white jade in our yarn. Carve it out when you have time."
"Okay, honey."
We have quite a bit of jade now, and we haven't touched much of what our great-grandfather left us."
"Let's leave those aside for now; they'll be the store's prized possessions when we open the shop later."
“Okay, when we’re old enough, we’ll give each of our elders a set of jewelry.”
"Yes, that's fine."
"Honey, have you eaten?"
"I ate the food my sister-in-law made."
Yangyang just got back this morning; he's been staying at his maternal grandparents' house all summer.
Upon seeing me, they immediately pounced on me like little coins.
"Haha, Yangyang and Xiaogangbeng both like you."
Did the children ask me?
"Hehe, I haven't asked. They haven't noticed anything in just a day or two."
"Those few are heartless."
"They'll definitely ask after a while."
Oh, by the way, Grandpa Shang arranged a dinner the day before school started to introduce us to his friends.
"I plan to go back tomorrow, there's still plenty of time."
"The trap has been set?"
"It's almost done, I'll finish it this afternoon."
"Okay, come back when everything's alright over there."
"Okay, honey, I'm going out to continue."
When Zhuang Zhijun returned home that evening, Zhuang Zhimeng showed him the photos.
“Jun Jun, look at this picture. Mom kept pulling you back, but you insisted on talking to the person.”
Zhuang Zhijun blushed as he looked at him.
An Qinglin burst into laughter.
"Haha, Junjun, you're really funny."
“Look at this picture again. Mom is holding a bowl of food to feed you, and you're still making noises.”
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