I listened to my sister's words today.

"You know so much even though you're still young. You're becoming more and more like your father."

"At your age, your interests are still simple, so you don't have to worry too much."

Shihan lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Yeah, I know."

"Don't worry, I'll let you see him when I have time."

"That's good. Mom also wants you to be happy."

Just as the mother and daughter were exchanging a few heartwarming words, the laughter of Yun Yiru and the old lady making dumplings together suddenly came from the kitchen.

Shihan glanced at it and said, "How happy."

"She loves the hustle and bustle, especially during festivals like this."

"By the way, Shihan, I heard that you've been in some trouble recently?"

Shihan was silent for a moment, and suddenly became absent-minded.

He rubbed his brows and tried to act relaxed, “Mom, I’m fine.

Some small things will be fine after a while."

"Okay, then if you can't solve it, tell your family."

"I know, Mom."

In the kitchen, the old lady had already started mixing the dumpling filling. Yun Yiruo stood restlessly by the side, picking up a chocolate from time to time and asking with a smile: "Grandma, can I mix this in?"

The old lady glanced at her and raised the corner of her mouth slightly. "You are such a little brat. Can chocolate be mixed into dumplings?"

Yun Yiruo giggled, reached out and picked up a piece of chocolate from the table and handed it to the old lady.

"Isn't this a new attempt? What if it tastes good?"

The old lady smiled and shook her head, "You are quite creative."

Yun Yiruo shrugged helplessly, "Okay, grandma, I'll help you cut the green onions."

The old lady glanced at her, her eyes full of doting.

"Shihan was in the living room, silently listening to the noises coming from the kitchen, her eyes somewhat distracted.

Her mind still hadn't fully returned to the content of the conversation between her mother and her.

Whenever I try to relax, I think about my future and plans.

She couldn't help but think of those unanswered questions. She knew that her mother didn't seem to care about these things, but she herself was filled with anxiety that was difficult to soothe.

"Mom is right. We should relax and unwind a little."

At this moment, Yun Yiru's laughter came from the kitchen, interrupting her thoughts.

Mom! Mom, come and make dumplings. Look at my dumplings.

Luo's mother also patted Ye Shihan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, don't think too much, just go make dumplings."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shihan slowly raised her head, took a deep breath, and forced a smile on her face.

I stood up and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as I stepped in, I saw my sister holding a crooked, oddly shaped dumpling, smiling proudly.

"Mom, do I look at how well I wrapped it?" Yun Yiruo blinked and looked up at her expectantly.

Ye Muluo's mother couldn't help laughing, walked over, took the dumplings from her hand, and patted her head gently, "You made them very creatively."

Yun Yiruo raised her head proudly, her eyes full of confidence.

The old lady laughed lightly from the side. "This child... Never mind. We are all family after all. I won't mind eating it."

Ye Shihan looked at the dumpling in her sister's hand, and the heaviness in her heart seemed to be gently lifted by this scene. She smiled, walked over to Yun Yiruo, took a dumpling, and began to try to wrap it. The kitchen was filled with fragrance, and time seemed to stand still. All worries were soothed by this simple and happy moment.

"Mom, mom, look at the dumplings I made. Do they look like a heart shape?" Yun Yiruo began to narcissistically show off her work again.

Ye Shihan looked down and saw that the dumpling was indeed wrapped in a heart shape, but it looked a little strange. She couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, it looks like it, but it's a little... unique."

Yun Yiruo widened her eyes in triumph, "You're praising me!"

"That's right, I'm totally praising you!" Ye Shihan nodded seriously.

The old lady watched them from the side, her eyes full of tenderness, "Shihan, don't learn from her. Making dumplings requires skill. Only when they are beautifully made can people's appetites be opened."

"Mom, I will." Ye Shihan turned her head and smiled at her mother.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was particularly warm. The old lady and Yun Yiru seemed to be completely immersed in the joy of the festival, and Ye Shihan's mood gradually relaxed in this tranquility.

Although there were still many tangled thoughts in her heart, at this moment, she was no longer so anxious, and it seemed that she could temporarily put aside those things that made her unable to let go.

"Shihan, have you encountered any difficulties at work recently?" The old lady suddenly spoke, her eyes sharp but gentle.

Ye Shihan was slightly stunned and shook her head. "Nothing, just some small things, they can be solved slowly."

"You're always like this." The old lady sighed, "Sometimes you really need to talk to your family about some things, don't keep them in your heart."

Ye Shihan lowered her head and was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "Mom, I know you're doing this for my own good, but there are some things I really don't know how to bring up."

Hearing this, the old lady stopped asking questions and just patted her shoulder gently. "If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."

Yun Yiruo also interrupted: "Yes, sister, no matter what it is, tell me, I will definitely be able to help you!"

Ye Shihan looked up at them, her heart warming slightly. She knew her family would always be her strongest support. Although she sometimes felt lost, she also knew that this home would always be her warmest harbor.

"Thank you, I understand." Ye Shihan said softly, and some of the doubts and pressure in her heart seemed to be relieved at this moment.

The old lady's smile deepened, and she turned back to making dumplings. "This is my good child. Come on, hurry up and make dumplings together, so everyone can eat them!"

Ye Shihan nodded slightly, the heaviness in her heart gradually replaced by the warm, homely atmosphere. She began to concentrate on making dumplings. Although the problem in her heart still remained unresolved, at least in this moment, she found a little peace in the company of her family.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang. Ye Shihan picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number on the screen. She hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call.

"Ye Shihan? We're the person in charge of your recent project and would like to confirm some details with you..."

A strange man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Ye Shihan was stunned and suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

She took a deep breath and quickly returned to reality. No matter what, this problem still needed to be solved.

Ye Shihan stood in the kitchen, holding her cell phone tightly in both hands, her heart beating faster unconsciously.

Although she tried her best to remain calm, there was a hint of unease in the man's voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Ms. Ye," the voice continued, "We would like to confirm whether you can submit the report and project progress on time. There seems to be something wrong with some recent data, and we need you to verify it again."