I listened to my sister's words today.

"Ruoruo, you can't ask for meat after eating the fruit."

Luo's mother smiled and gave instructions while handing the fruit to Yun Yiru's mouth.

Yun Yiruo opened her little mouth, took a bite of the apple, and chewed it sweetly.

Yun Yiru nodded perfunctorily, but her little hand quietly reached out for a piece of cake on the table.

Unexpectedly, her movements had already been noticed by Luo's mother, who gently grabbed her little hand: "Ruoruo, I just told you not to eat too much!"

The little guy was caught red-handed, stuck out his tongue, pouted and acted coquettishly: "Auntie, I'm just touching it, I'm not eating it!"

"Touch it?" Luo's mother raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Okay, you can touch it, but you can't eat it after touching it."

Yun Yiruo hesitated for a long time, and finally withdrew her hand reluctantly. She hugged Luo Mu's arm obediently and muttered softly: "Then I'll eat it quickly next time I touch it."

As soon as the words came out, the people at the table laughed even harder. Even Luo's mother couldn't help shaking her head and laughing: "This little greedy cat, I really give you my all!"

The old man smiled as he put a piece of cake on his plate and handed it to Yun Yiruo: "Come, uncle will decide. This piece is a reward for our clever little ghost!"

"Really?" Yun Yiru's eyes lit up. She quickly took the cake with her little hands and took a bite with a happy look on her face. "Thank you, uncle! Uncle is the best!"

"You little guy, you just said you don't want to eat." Luo's mother watched the child happily eating the cakes.

Yun Yiruo chewed the cake while tilting her head and said in a vague voice: "Auntie, I said to touch it and eat it quickly. This time it was given to me by my uncle, so it doesn't count as me touching it!"

After hearing this, the people at the table laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. The old man smiled and said, "This girl has a very sweet mouth! Next time, uncle will bring you more delicious food."

Yun Yiruo immediately sat up straight and nodded like a little squirrel: "Thank you, uncle! Uncle is the best, and aunt is second best!"

"Oh?" Luo's mother raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a half-smile. "How did I become second?"

Yun Yiruo glanced at Luo's mother, pouted, and whispered, "Because uncle will give me cakes, but auntie won't..."

Before she could finish her words, she felt Luo's mother's hand gently pinching her little face: "Little greedy cat."

"But if you eat any more, your sister Jiang will be angry and you won't be able to run around later."

Yun Yiruo raised her head and said, "Then I won't run. I'll just sit next to you and chat with you!"

When the old man heard this, he smiled so hard that his beard stood up: "Okay, okay! Ruoruo, stay with me, let's talk."

"How about I tell you some interesting stories then?"

"Great, great!" Yun Yiruo clapped her hands and cheered, seemingly completely forgetting the dilemma she had just had with the pastries.

"Then I won't eat it. Auntie, don't tell my sister."

Luo's mother couldn't help laughing when she saw this clever little girl, and couldn't help scratching her little nose.

"Okay, I won't tell Sister Jiang this time, but you have to be obedient and don't eat it secretly anymore."

Yun Yiruo immediately raised her hand and vowed, "I promise to be obedient! If I eat something secretly, then... I will be punished by having only one piece of cake!"

Luo's mother and the old man looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. The old man said happily: "You have a little mouth, and you don't feel tired when eating."

"He speaks very cleverly, and he makes an old man like me very happy."

Just as they were chatting happily, Luo's father walked in from outside with a food box in his hand. He glanced at the child sitting at the table with a satisfied look on his face.

He casually asked, "What's wrong? Are you making you laugh again?"

Luo's mother pursed her lips towards Yun Yiruo and said with a smile, "It's this little girl who's asking us for cakes."

"Oh?" Father Luo put down the lunch box.

Father Luo opened the food box and took out a small and exquisite cake box from it, handing it to Yun Yiruo: "Here, this is for you. Don't say that uncle and aunt are stingy, this box is all yours. But——"

"But what?" Yun Yiru took the box, hugged it tightly with both hands, her eyes shining like stars.

"But the quantity is limited. You can only eat one piece at a time. The rest should be saved for tomorrow." Father Luo said seriously.

Yun Yiruo blinked, looked down at the box in her hand, and her little face was full of confusion.

He looked up at Luo's father and said, "Uncle, can I have two pieces today? Just one more piece, okay?"

Father Luo, looking at the cutest look, also agreed: "But only this time today and no more tomorrow!"

Yun Yiruo smiled brightly upon hearing this, hugging the cake box and cheering, "Thank you, uncle! Uncle is the best!"

She jumped off the chair with joy, walked around to Luo's father, put her arms around his legs, and rubbed her little head against him.

Luo's mother looked at the scene helplessly, smiled and shook her head: "This clever little ghost has the whole family in a mess."

The whole family laughed continuously at Yun Yiru's words. Ye Shihan was holding a camera next to them with a faint smile on her face. Her fingers pressed the shutter button quickly, as if she was afraid of missing every precious moment.

The people in the camera also let go of their usual restraint, their eyes filled with warmth.

The sunlight outside the window shines into the house through the gauze curtains, and the golden light gently envelops everyone's figure, as if applying a warm filter to this moment.

Ye Shihan carefully adjusted the angle of the camera, fearing that she would miss any special scene.

In the camera, the old lady sat aside with a smile, her eyes lingering gently on everyone's face.

There were tears in her eyes, but she was happy.

The old lady felt mixed emotions. She had been looking forward to such a happy scene for many days and nights.

The past events buried deep in memory appear in my mind frame by frame, like a slowly unfolding scroll.

The old lady raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes fell on the bag beside the coffee table, as if she had made up her mind. She slowly opened the bag, revealing a warm bottle of milk wrapped in a thin towel.

Ye Shihan's camera zoomed in gently, capturing the scene of Yun Yiruo drinking milk in small sips, and also capturing the satisfaction gradually blooming in her grandmother's eyes.

The air was filled with a faint scent of milk, as if even time had softened.

"Is there enough milk?" the old lady asked in a low voice, with a hint of subtle nervousness in her voice.

Yun Yiruo raised her head, a little milk stain on the corner of her mouth, and nodded gently: "That's enough, thank you, mother-in-law."

Ye Shihan put down the camera, walked to the old lady, squatted down, and whispered, "Grandma, take a rest too. Don't be too tired."

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

"Seeing you all here, grandma feels at ease."