The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Huo Jiuzhou frowned and looked at Qu Anyan who was in a panic.

"The car ran out of gas and wouldn't start running. I didn't know what to do. I got so anxious that I started crying..."

Upon hearing this, several men burst into bitter smiles.

Shi Yang: "Okay, don't cry anymore, brother will go and cheer you up, okay?"

Song Qianchen: "Don't cry, baby. Look, as long as we fill it up with diesel, it will be able to run again~"

Xing Jiashan and Xie Yixiu stood on either side, holding handkerchiefs to wipe Shi Rong's tear-stained face.

"Alright, baby, go play."

Song Qianchen and his men filled the tank, then carried Shi Rong into the car. The little woman was immediately overjoyed and drove the car around the living room, circle after circle.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were adding diesel? I thought you were adding gas."

Shi Yang took back the gas station VIP card from his wallet and angrily hit Song Qianchen with a stick.

The latter rubbed his aching shoulders aggrievedly.

"Brother Shi Yang...you didn't ask me then."

……

After playing, Feng Qing personally helped Shi Rong put on her coat and took her to the Ying Family Ancestral Hall on the 33rd floor.

"Be obedient, my dear. Today is New Year's Eve. According to our family's rules, we need to worship our ancestors.

"Would you please kneel down and kowtow to your father, mother, and grandfather? If they are in heaven, they will surely be very happy."

Shi Rong nodded ignorantly, bent her knees as she was told, and knelt on the small cushion in the center of the ground in front of the memorial tablet that Shen Mingxing had specially placed for her.

He folded his hands and kowtowed politely.

Standing up, Shi Rong suddenly spoke, unexpectedly speaking with witty remarks.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Ancestors, I am here to kowtow to you~

Today is New Year’s Eve. Grandma said that as long as people are happy, every day is New Year.

"Xian'er is very happy, how about you? Remember to give Xian'er some New Year's money~"

"Hahahahaha!"

To be honest, it is not appropriate for people to clap and laugh in such a serious occasion.

But Shi Rong is a quirky little woman. She can always give people many unexpected surprises if she disagrees with something.

"How come our baby is so smart? He has to go to the ancestral hall to get his New Year's money?

Okay! Just because you can say this, Brother Yi Xiu will reward you with double the New Year's money tonight, okay?"

Xie Yixiu never dreamed that his wish of working day and night for many days just to make Shi Rong talk freely could be realized today in the Ying family ancestral hall.

Sure enough, a family atmosphere of love and laughter is the best medicine to cure mental illness.

Shi Rong sat honestly in Xie Yixiu's strong arms and nodded heavily to show his agreement.

Everyone was immersed in joy and happiness, feeling relieved and happy that Shi Rong could talk so much.

"Jiuzhou, Bo Fan, after all, you and the Ying family don't have any substantial connection.

Therefore, the five of them do not need to follow in worshipping their ancestors, they can just bow down and pay their respects.

But Xin'er Yixiu, as Ying'er's subordinate, you receive the monthly salary from the Ying family, so it is proper to perform a grand ceremony here. I am sorry to have wronged you."

After the laughter, Feng Qingning saw Huo Jiuzhou about to lead others to salute, so she stopped him and gave Shi Yang a wink, asking him to hand over Shi Rong in his arms to Huo Jiuzhou.

Every family has its own rules.

Huo Jiuzhou could understand, so he nodded slightly and led his men out of the ancestral hall and out of the marked circle.

"Grandma, we are not wronged!"

The two men swore solemnly as they followed Shi Yang in front of them, kneeling on the mat and paying homage.

The copper basin containing the burning paper money lit up, emitting bursts of green smoke that choked Shi Hong and made him cough.

Thinking she would cry, Huo Jiuzhou quickly covered the little woman in his coat, leaned forward with his thin lips, and kissed her soft face.

Unexpectedly, she just tightened her hands on his collar, hid in his clothes, frowned, and continued to watch quietly.

After everyone had offered incense in turn, the memorial ceremony also ended. Feng Qingning took the lead in lighting the eternal lamp, and then led everyone out of the ancestral hall gate with great respect.

"Okay, come home, let grandma make you some dumplings, okay?"

After finishing the serious business, Feng Qingning raised his hand and hooked Shi Rong's delicate chin, making the little woman giggle.

……

The dumpling wrappers made by Feng Qingning are colorful!

She used dragon fruit juice, spinach juice, pumpkin juice, purple sweet potato juice and red yeast rice powder to knead five doughs of different colors.

Press it thin and flatten it, wrap a long strip of white flour in the middle, cut it into pieces and flatten it, then roll it out into colorful dumpling wrappers with lotus leaf lace.

"Grandma, your cooking skills are amazing! How could I not have thought of such a clever way?"

Shi Yang picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper of the perfect thickness and couldn't let it go, praising it admiringly.

Feng Qingning smiled pleasantly.

"Such a simple method, Yang'er is so smart, how could she not think of it? Just say you find it troublesome and are too lazy to do it for your sister."

"Hahahaha!"

When everyone who was doing their job heard this, they immediately laughed so hard that they couldn't stop.

Shi Yang's handsome face flushed for no reason and he was speechless.

"Oh, grandma...I don't have any."

In order to ease his own embarrassment, Shi Yang changed the subject at the right time.

"But grandson, remember, isn't it true that I usually love to eat the white-skinned steamed dumplings and boiled eggs made by grandma?"

What I mean is, why did you put in so much extra effort today?

When asked this, Feng Qingning's hands, which were busy rolling the dough, suddenly froze and she sighed for no reason.

“That’s because she had no choice.

In fact, Xi'er likes to eat the colorful dumplings that her grandparents make for her.

But in the past, there were many things to do at home and the company was busy, so grandpa only used thundering methods every day to make Rong'er undergo various trainings.

Whenever she wanted to eat, she would pretend to be sick and beg me to cook for her.

But I am also a lazy person, so I always use steamed dumplings and boiled eggs to satisfy her, which are easy and hassle-free, and she is always satisfied with the food.

Now that I think about it, if I had been a little more diligent and cooked more meals for her, wouldn’t her childhood have been happier?

As Feng Qingning spoke, her eyes began to turn red involuntarily. Afraid of ruining the lively atmosphere, she quickly raised her hand to wipe them away.

"I'm really old now. I always want to talk about those unpleasant things. It's New Year's Day, so I won't talk about them anymore."

"Grandma, don't say that..."

Shi Yang took out a tissue and considerately wiped the tears from her face.

"Grandma, don't be sad, and don't blame yourself. What's past is past, and Rong'er won't blame you.

What's more, I have grandchildren, who will be responsible for cooking for my son in the future.

Her grandchildren will work hard to help her achieve those wishes that she failed to fulfill when she was young."

Feng Qingning nodded with deep satisfaction, raised her eyes, and looked at Shi Yang with eyes full of doting.

"Having a good brother like you by her side all the time makes up for the unsatisfactory treatment her family has given her."

The grandfather and grandson smiled at each other, then reached out their hands and touched Shi Rong, who was still sitting on the operating table, kneading the pink dough in his hands diligently.