I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun's father's sudden return from Country H really surprised the whole family.

After all, the branch in Country H has just come to the fore and is busy planning the launch site for the future second space project, aiming to root this grand blueprint in the land of Country H.

Upon hearing this, Luo's mother put down her work, stood up, and quickly walked forward: "Did you finish it so quickly?"

"Hasn't the matter over there just begun?"

As she spoke, she skillfully placed her luggage on the wooden rack by the door.

At this time, Yun Yiru saw her father coming back, and her big eyes suddenly lit up.

She trotted towards Yun's father, climbed onto his legs for the first time, and nestled in his arms like a spoiled child.

The old lady picked up a piece of pork ribs with a smile and handed it to her mouth. Yun Yiruo opened her mouth and took a bite. There was a little oil on the corner of her mouth. She ate with relish and looked very cute.

Father Yun rubbed his daughter's head and said with a smile, "Well, the matters in Country H are almost done. I had planned to stay a few more days to finalize the details."

"But I wanted to talk to Ms. Jiang about the project progress as soon as possible. Coincidentally, she also has some free time, so we arranged to have dinner together tonight and move things forward."

The old man sat opposite, looked up and glanced at Yun's father, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "You, it's time to work harder to catch up with the progress, and stop relying on Xiaoxi to support the company for you.

"No matter how capable she is, she has her own business to attend to. How can she always share your worries?"

Upon hearing this, Luo's mother brought out a bowl of steaming white rice from the kitchen, placed it steadily in front of Yun's father, and then sat down next to him.

She waved her hand and said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, Dad, I don't have anything important to do recently, so helping out is nothing."

Yun Yiruo saw that everyone was chatting enthusiastically, and her hands were not idle either.

I looked at the bowl that had appeared next to me without me noticing when, and stuffed all the vegetables that my mom and grandma had picked up into the empty bowl.

Father Yun looked down and saw that the bowl was full of dishes that his daughter had “carefully selected”. His heart warmed and he secretly sighed: “My sweet little cotton-padded jacket!”

Just as she was about to take a bite to taste the "deep father-daughter love", Luo's mother beside her was quick-witted and took the bowl over: "Is this your dish?

"If you want to eat, just eat your own!" She swiftly put the vegetables back into the child's bowl and scolded him with a stern face, "Don't be picky. Eat your fill!"

Yun Yiruo curled her lips and looked at her father pitifully.

Just as Mr. Yun was about to plead for mercy, he was glared back by Mrs. Luo.

The Yun family had a leisurely lunch, which lasted until almost one in the afternoon.

After eating, Luo's mother patted the child's butt gently as if she was herding a chick, and urged him to go to the room to take a nap.

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes, we'll go out for dinner then, and your sister Jiang will be there too."

Luo's mother spoke softly as she swiftly helped the child take off his coat.

The coat still had a faint aroma of food on it, so I shook it and hung it on a wooden chair beside me.

"Will grandpa and grandma go?" Yun Yiruo tilted her little head and asked, with anticipation in her watery eyes.

"Uh... no."

"They are old and used to going to bed early and getting up early."

"Your father will probably be chatting with your sister Jiang and won't be back until very late."

As he spoke, he pulled back the quilt, fluffed the pillow, and motioned for the child to lie down.

"Oh, then when will Sister Ye come back? I want to play with her."

Yun Yiruo climbed onto the bed obediently while mumbling something, and her little hands did not forget to rub the corner of the quilt.

Luo's mother tucked the quilt in for the child quickly and then slowly lay down against the head of the bed.

"That'll have to wait a while."

I heard from your sister Ye that she has been busy with some experimental work recently."

"Mom, won't Dad come to sleep?"

Yun Yiru turned over, resting her little face on the soft pillow, her voice sounding a little sleepy.

"Your father is still busy working in the study, sorting out a pile of information."

"What about grandpa and grandma?"

Yun Yiruo's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he was lingering on the edge of a dream.

After your grandma cleans the dishes, she will take a nap."

"Mom..." Yun Yiru suddenly spoke again, her voice as soft as...

"What's wrong?" Luo's mother turned slightly and looked down at the childish little face.

"Nothing, I just want to call mom."

As Yun Yiruo spoke, she nudged her little face into Luo Mu's arms like a coquettish kitten, which warmed Luo Mu's heart.

"Yes, Mom is always here, go to sleep."

Luo's mother's voice was so soft that water could drip out of it. She patted the child's back gently, and warmth came from her palms.

After a long while, the child's breathing gradually became even.

Luo's mother's little hand, which had been patting the quilt, slowly stopped, her fingertips rested lightly on the quilt, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Yun Yiruo's pink little face was buried deep in Luo Mu's warm embrace. She was sleeping soundly, with a slight humming sound coming from her nose from time to time.

Her lips were slightly pouting, her cheeks were lightly flushed, and she looked so adorable while sleeping that one couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Mother Luo lowered her head and gazed at the baby in her arms, then gently stretched out her arms and reached into the soft quilt, hugging the child tighter.

Slowly, she closed her tired eyes, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were faintly visible in the afternoon light. The mother and daughter snuggled up to each other.

Suddenly, Yun Yiruo's originally calm little face wrinkled slightly, and her delicate brows were tightly locked, as if shrouded by an invisible shadow. She was obviously trapped in some terrifying memories in her dream.

In that life in the dream, she and her mother had been hungry for many days for some unknown reason.

They squeezed together with a group of equally pale and skinny refugees, dragging their heavy steps in a long queue that seemed to have no end in sight.

The cold wind howled, blowing dust in the face. Low sobs and sighs were heard from the team from time to time, and the air was filled with the smell of despair.

After finally reaching the place where porridge was distributed, the mother and daughter found that there was not even a broken bowl nearby.

Luo's mother gritted her teeth and after hesitating for a moment, she stretched out her hands that were trembling slightly due to hunger. Her bony palms looked even paler in the cold wind.

Carefully holding the boiling hot white porridge that had just been scooped out from the big pot, it was steaming hot, with a few sparse rice grains floating on the surface.

The two of them staggered to the corner. Luo's mother half-knelt down, holding the precious ball of hot porridge in both hands. Her palms were burned red, but she still held it steadily.

He raised his head and looked at the child standing in front of him with gentle eyes: "Drink slowly, be careful of the heat."

Yun Yiruo raised her tearful little face, already sobbing uncontrollably. Crystal clear tears rolled down her dirty cheeks, leaving a small wet mark on the ground.

The hot steam hit my nose, but I didn't care about the burn on my mouth. I sipped it in small sips. My tears mixed with the porridge, and the salty and bitter taste spread on the tip of my tongue.

Luo's mother looked at her daughter, her eyes full of heartache and helplessness, her hands still stiffly maintaining the posture of holding the porridge.