I listened to my sister's words today.

Ye Shihan couldn't help laughing when she saw her sister Yun Yiruo holding a bunch of strange-shaped dumplings.

I watched my sister's little hands clumsily but excitedly holding the dumplings, all of which were shapeless.

He reached out and picked up his sister: "I really envy you."

Yun Yiruo giggled happily, waving the dumplings in her hands while stuffing popping candies into them recklessly.

The dumplings were gradually cooked, and the aroma of dumplings filled the kitchen. Yun Yiruo had to cook each of the strange-shaped dumplings she had made herself individually.

Picking up the small bowl with chocolate-filled dumplings floating in it, I saw the soup leaking out and couldn't help but smack my lips softly: "Mmm~ This soup is so sweet!"

"Try it quickly, don't let the dumplings get cold."

Luo Wei smiled as she picked up some normal dumplings and put them into the two children's bowls, with a gentle light in her eyes.

"Mom, Dad and Grandpa don't want to eat?"

"They, grandpa hasn't come back yet, and dad went out to buy something."

At this time, there were some laughs outside the kitchen, and several people walked in from outside the house.

With the sound of footsteps coming from the door, the old lady and Yun's father finally came back.

While Father Yun was busy in the kitchen with the old lady, he picked up a small bowl of meat-filled dumplings.

Yun Yiruo took the opportunity to stuff a few more popping candy chocolate dumplings into her own bowl, staring at her father with wide eyes: "Dad, try this, I made it myself!"

Father Yun picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth without thinking.

A popping candy popped out of the dumpling. He took a bite and couldn't help but twitch in his heart.

Although his mouth felt slightly sore, he still forced a smile and gave his daughter an expression that said "Hmm, delicious".

The old lady was busy serving soup to everyone. Yun Yiru ate some popping candy and laughed at her father's expression.

Ye Shihan couldn't help but start laughing, her heart filled with warm and cozy emotions.

Yiruo ate a few bites and stopped eating. She couldn't sit still and ran out to play.

Wandering in the huge courtyard, running across the stone paths, crossing the flower beds, jumping and skipping, he felt very leisurely.

Walking into the storage room, I suddenly saw an old box in the corner with intricate patterns carved on the wooden boards.

The storage room was filled with various items, each one arranged in an orderly manner.

Guided by his gaze, something suddenly caught his attention - it was a set of clothes wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

As I got closer, I realized it was an ornate costume with four chess pieces hanging nearby.

Yun Yiruo jumped excitedly and ran towards her mother: "Mom, mom, what kind of clothes is this? It's so beautiful!"

Luo's mother was sitting in the living room, cracking melon seeds and chatting about family matters.

Yun Yiruo jumped into her arms, almost catching her off guard: "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Mom, come quickly, there is a nice dress over there!"

Yun Yiruo dragged her mother's hand and ran to the storage room impatiently.

Luo's mother patted the melon seed shells in her hands and followed the child to the storage room.

When she saw where Yun Yiru was pointing, she was also stunned for a moment, and a trace of gentle nostalgia appeared on her face.

Walking forward and carefully peeling off the layer of clear plastic, he revealed an extremely elaborate costume with even more vibrant colors that almost took his breath away.

"This one belongs to your grandma."

Yun Yiruo opened her eyes wide and asked curiously, "Can grandma sing opera?"

Luo's mother nodded gently, her eyes filled with warm memories. "Yes, when your grandmother was young, she was a famous actress. She performed everywhere and the audience loved her very much."

Yun Yiruo jumped excitedly: "Wow! I want to see it! I want to see it!"

Luo's mother couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I'm afraid it won't work now. After all, your grandma is old and can't act anymore."

At this time, the old lady came into the storage room carrying a pot from the kitchen and said with a smile: "Although I am old, my bones are still there, and I can still turn over a few times occasionally!"

I touched the familiar costume, as if the thick fabric was no longer just clothes, but a long-lost dream and a long-lost memory.

The old lady walked to the side and slowly took off the black plastic bag on the wall. She moved carefully and fumbled with the edge of the plastic bag for a while.

As if to give it some respect, he gently opened the bag, revealing the neatly folded clothes inside.

Without exception, every piece of clothing was pressed flat and stacked in piles, as if each layer had been checked repeatedly countless times and was flawless.

Brightly colored satins, shiny silks, exquisite embroidery, every detail reveals extraordinary refinement and sophistication.

Yun Yiru stood by, staring at the clothes intently, and a feeling of reverence rose in her heart.

"Grandma, why are these clothes different from the clothes in the white plastic bag?"

Yun Yiruo asked in confusion, her eyes full of curiosity.

He pointed to the white plastic bag in the corner. The clothes in the bag did not look exquisite, even a little casual, and were obviously not of the same style.

The old lady smiled lightly, her eyes looking a little deep, "Of course it's different."

"The play clearly distinguishes between the two. The clothes we wear are not just ordinary fabrics. They have profound cultural and symbolic meanings behind them."

“The style, color, and even the details of the decoration of the clothes can represent different characters.”

"There are male characters, female characters, clown characters, and ugly characters. Each role has its own merits, and each role has its own specific clothing requirements."

Yun Yiruo was also fascinated by what he heard.

"Then...what role does grandma play?"

The old lady smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in her expression.

Gently lifted her granddaughter onto her lap.

"Of course it's Dan."

"Dan? Which character is that?"

"Grandma will play a piece for you later?"

Yun Yiruo's eyes suddenly lit up, an excited smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she nodded excitedly, "Okay, okay! Grandma, I want to see it!"

Luo's mother stood by and couldn't help but smile, with a hint of doting in her eyes.

He walked over and gently touched the child's hair.

"You, thank goodness your grandma has strong bones, so she can still dance."

The old lady patted the child's hand gently, motioning her to come down first and get ready to watch her performance.

Yun Yiruo's face was filled with an extremely expectant smile, her eyes were shining, and she kept repeating, "Grandma, I'm waiting to see! Hurry up!"

The old lady smiled gently, stood up, slowly took off her apron, and put on the exquisite costume.