I listened to my sister's words today.

The table was filled with the aroma of breakfast.

Luo's mother carefully arranged the breakfast, and the sound of dishes colliding with each other was mixed with laughter.

He first broke off a small piece of soft bread and handed it to Yun Yiru.

Yun Yiruo sat obediently on Luo's mother's lap, grabbed the piece of bread with her little hands and took a bite.

Every time I pick up some food, I deliberately pick the freshest, most tender and delicate piece and put it in the bowl.

Yun Yiruo's bowl didn't look big, and there wasn't much in it, but in front of it were a lot of colorful small plates, with the golden fried eggs, the crispy hand-pulled pancakes, the fresh and fragrant meatballs, and the emerald green vegetables. Each plate seemed to be showing off its own deliciousness.

The small plates were neatly arranged, as if waiting for her evaluation.

Yun Yiruo's eyes widened, her gaze wandering between the plates. She couldn't help but point to the plate of boiled eggs: "This!"

Seeing that Luo had a special liking for egg yolks, Luo's mother smiled gently, immediately got up and went to the kitchen to boil two more eggs.

Scoop out the egg yolk, crush it and put it into Yun Yiru's small bowl.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Yun Yiruo raised her face, her eyes shining, and her tender little mouth bit down, her cheeks puffed out, as if she was a satisfied little hamster.

Yun's father, who was standing by, looked much more rough. He was taking a big bite of the hand-pulled pancake that Yun Yiruo had disliked after taking just a small bite.

But the portion of the cake was really big. After eating half of it, he frowned and handed the rest to Luo's mother.

He tore off a small piece and handed it to Yun Yiru, muttering, "Try this, don't just eat the yolk."

The dining table was bustling with activity. The two elderly people happily fed the children and reminded each other from time to time.

"This one is good, it's soft and suitable for her to eat."

The food in the small plate was getting smaller and smaller, but Yun Yiru's bowl always maintained the right amount, and every bite was filled with the love of the elders.

Luo's mother watched Yun Yiru eating happily, and she also ate with relish, with a bright smile on her face.

Yun's father would occasionally tease the child, pretending to grab food from her bowl with chopsticks, making her giggle.

The two elders simply turned into feeding machines, sometimes handing over egg yolks from Luo's mother, and sometimes giving Yun's father a piece of cake that he had broken off.

Her little mouth just can't stop talking, and her round cheeks are like freshly baked dumplings, which makes people want to poke them.

The whole room was filled with joy, and the sunlight shone through the windows onto everyone's face, as if the entire room was soaked in warmth.

Seeing Yun Yiruo enjoying her meal, Luo's mother couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

He picked up the fruit plate beside him, picked out a few of the fullest strawberries, gently broke them open, and passed them to Yun Yiruo: "Try this one, it's sweet."

Yun Yiruo opened her mouth and the strawberry went in. The tender flesh was bitten open by her small teeth, and the juice overflowed instantly. It was sweet with a little sourness. The little head even nodded specially to show that it was delicious.

Luo's mother couldn't help but take another one, peeled it and put it into her bowl: "Eat more, it's good for girls to eat fruit, it will make your skin white and tender."

Seeing this, Father Yun chuckled and stretched his chopsticks towards the small plate of fried fish beside him. He tore off a piece of fish with his hands, carefully picked out the fish bones, and passed it to Yun Yiru's bowl: "You have to try this too. Fish nourishes the brain and makes you smarter!"

Yun Yiru hesitated for a moment with the spoon in her little hand, opened her little mouth, put the spoon in, nodded with satisfaction, and imitated her father's tone and repeated in a baby voice: "It nourishes the brain and makes you smart!" This made the two old people at the table laugh out loud.

"He may not be smart, but he is definitely a greedy cat." Luo's mother complained to Yun's father while laughing, but her words were full of doting.

After eating and drinking, Yun Yiruo climbed down from Luo's mother's lap and wandered around the living room, staring at the teddy bear on the sofa beside her. She looked back as she walked, "Uncle and grandma, come and play!"

The old man pretended not to hear and stretched, but was gently pushed by his mother-in-law: "Go play with her for a while and digest it."

"Okay, little princess, uncle is here with you!"

As soon as Yun Yiru saw her uncle coming over, she immediately opened her arms and threw herself into his arms: "Hold me!"

Her uncle lifted her up high and spun her around twice. The whole room was filled with the laughter of children, as clear as the sound of bells in spring.

Luo's mother looked at them and couldn't help but shook her head and smiled, then she cleared the table casually.

The sunlight shines through the gauze window onto her hands, as if casting a soft glow on this simple yet love-filled life.

Not long after, Yun Yiruo finally got tired of playing. She leaned her little head on the old man's shoulder and called out softly, "Uncle, I'm sleepy."

Uncle carried her back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the crib, patted her back, and hummed the nursery rhymes that he often used to comfort Luo's mother when they were young.

Yun Yiruo's eyelids slowly drooped and her breathing gradually became steady.

Luo's mother leaned against the door frame, watching the scene. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she jokingly said, "You sang this song to coax me when I was a child, and now you sing it to coax your granddaughter. It really hasn't changed at all."

The old man looked up and smiled at her, then whispered, "Some things get better the longer they get, and some things become more precious the longer they are.

“Home, that’s what it is.”

Outside, the sun is shining brightly and the wind blows through the curtains, bringing bursts of warmth, as if the whole world is immersed in this peace.

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and left the room. He knew very well that the child's mother had been suppressing her emotions for a long time, and she had never shown it even when the child was by her side.

Luo's mother walked to the bedside and supported herself on the edge with her hands, as if she was afraid that the scene before her would suddenly shatter.

He squatted down slowly, his movements showing caution, as if any carelessness would disturb the sleeping child.

She lowered her head, letting a few strands of messy hair fall on the side of her face, gently touching the child's forehead - at that moment, she held her breath, and even her heartbeat seemed to stop.

She placed a gentle kiss on the child's forehead. The touch was cool and soft, like a falling snowflake, yet so hot that it seemed to burn her soul.

Then, he raised his hand, with a slight dampness still seeming on the palm, and tremblingly covered the child's face with it.

My nose felt sore and tears almost burst out.

The fingertips gently traced the child's face, touching the small nose, the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and finally stopped at the chin.

This finally made her realize that this was not a dream or an illusion.

The child is back, really back, and back to her!

Tears finally fell uncontrollably, wetting the child's soft hair.

Without wiping it or looking away, he stared at the long-lost and unfamiliar face even more greedily, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of it deeply into his heart.

She didn't even dare to blink, for fear that if she closed her eyes for a moment, the child would leave her again and turn into endless void.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his lips opened and closed but no words came out.

The guilt, self-blame and joy of regaining what she had lost intertwined in her heart, almost making her breathless.

Just looking at this little figure, his eyes were full of tenderness and love.