Colorful years

Grandpa smiled and shook his head, saying affectionately, "No need, Congcong, Grandpa can manage on his own. Go chat with your grandma, and Grandpa will make you something delicious soon."

Although Congcong was a little disappointed, he still nodded obediently and ran back to his grandmother's side.

Grandma was busy preparing various ingredients in the kitchen. Congcong curiously circled around Grandma, watching her skillfully chop and stir-fry vegetables, his heart filled with admiration and gratitude for her.

"Grandma, your cooking smells so good, I can't wait to taste it!" Congcong said, swallowing hard.

Grandma lovingly patted Congcong's head and said gently, "Don't worry, Congcong, it will be ready soon. You must eat more then and grow strong."

After saying that, Grandma buried herself in her work again. The clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen, along with Grandma's busy figure, created a warm and harmonious scene.

Grandpa carried the old hen into the kitchen, found a clean basin, and carefully placed the hen inside. He skillfully picked up a sharp cleaver and began to pluck the feathers and gut the hen.

Grandpa's movements were incredibly swift, yet he was meticulous and earnest in every step, as if he were carving some rare treasure.

Grandma watched Grandpa work quietly from the side, her eyes full of tenderness and love. She said softly, "Old man, take it easy, don't overwork yourself."

Grandpa looked up, grinned at Grandma, and replied, "Don't worry, I'm in great shape. I made a special meal for Congcong today, so being a little tired is nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa buried himself in his work again.

An hour later, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen. The stewed chicken was probably ready.

As soon as Congcong smelled the aroma, his stomach rumbled with anticipation. He rushed to the kitchen door and peeked inside on tiptoe.

I saw Grandma bringing plates of delicious-looking dishes to the table: Kung Pao Chicken that looked incredibly tempting, fragrant clear chicken soup, vibrant green stir-fried vegetables, and tender, smooth stewed tofu...

It makes my mouth water.

"Grandma, Grandma, can I eat now?" Congcong looked at his grandma with eager eyes and asked anxiously.

Grandma nodded happily and said, "You can eat now, Congcong. Come sit down and let's eat."

Congcong happily ran to the dining table, pulled over a chair, and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of chicken, and stuffed it into his mouth. The chicken was so tender and juicy, it melted in his mouth, and Congcong ate it with great relish, praising it endlessly.

Grandpa and Grandpa also sat down at the table. He picked up a piece of fish and put it in Congcong's bowl, saying, "Congcong, eat more fish. Eating fish will make you smarter."

Congcong nodded happily and began to eat heartily. As he ate, he didn't forget to put food on his grandparents' plates, muttering, "Grandpa, Grandma, you should eat more too."

Seeing Congcong enjoying his meal so much, his grandparents' faces beamed with satisfaction and contentment. Three generations of them thoroughly enjoyed the meal. They knew it was more than just an ordinary meal; it was a testament to the deep bond between them and Congcong.

"Grandpa, Grandma, I want to come to your house again next time," Congcong said indistinctly while eating.

"Okay, Congcong, you can come anytime you want. Grandpa and Grandma will always welcome you," Grandma replied with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll bring you some more delicious food next time I come," Congcong said earnestly and firmly.

"Haha, Congcong is so sensible." Grandpa couldn't help but laugh, his eyes full of doting and pride.

A hearty and delicious meal came to a perfect end amidst bursts of laughter and chatter. Congcong patted his round little belly contentedly, a bright and satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He knew very well that today was definitely the happiest and most unforgettable day he had ever experienced at his grandmother's house.

After the meal, Grandpa and Grandma held Congcong's little hand and strolled slowly in the yard.

Night had quietly fallen, like a huge black silk ribbon gently covering the entire sky.

Countless dazzling stars twinkled in the night sky, shining like diamonds embedded within them; a gentle breeze, like a tender hand, softly caressed people's cheeks; in the fresh and pleasant air, a faint fragrance of flowers permeated the air, making people feel refreshed and comfortable.

Congcong nestled close to her maternal grandparents, fully enjoying this hard-won peace and warmth.

He looked up at his grandparents with his clear, bright eyes and asked softly, "Grandpa, Grandma, will you always stay by my side?"

Upon hearing Congcong's question, his grandparents exchanged a glance, then smiled kindly and replied in unison, "Of course we will, dear Congcong! No matter when or where, we will always be with you and watch you grow up."

When you grow up one day and are able to independently explore the vast world that belongs to you, we will still stand silently behind you, your strongest support.

After hearing these words, Congcong felt as if he were being warmed by the spring sun, and a warm feeling quickly spread through his body, as if a warm and gentle current was slowly flowing through him.

Wherever this warm current goes, it brings an indescribable sense of comfort and tranquility.

He couldn't help but raise his head, his gaze piercing through the dark night sky, looking straight up at the dazzling starry sky above.

Countless stars twinkled with a faint yet resolute light, shining like jewels set in the black sky. At this moment, they seemed to be quietly listening to the voice deep within Congcong's heart.

Congcong silently closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and made a sincere and beautiful wish in his heart: