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"Hehe, you two stop teasing your uncle, come and eat!" Grandma Yu helped Aunt Zhou bring the dishes out of the kitchen and cheerfully called everyone to eat.

Grandma Yu was so excited when she received a call from her grandson today that she took Aunt Zhou to the market again and bought a lot of vegetables that her grandson might like to eat.

So dinner tonight was exceptionally plentiful, and Aunt Zhou used all her culinary skills to prepare a variety of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, meat, fried, boiled, and stewed meat.

"Wow! Grandma Yu, dinner is so delicious today!" Dong Senyao exclaimed in amazement. "I'm going to eat a lot!"

"Hehe, you should eat more, you should eat more. Xiao Dong, please sit here." Grandma Yu pulled Dong Senyao to sit down and warmly tried to serve him rice.

Dong Senyao quickly grabbed the bowl: "Grandma Yu, please sit down, I can do it myself!"

"Grandma, please sit down and let him serve himself." Yu Heng came over and helped Grandma Yu sit down, saving Dong Senyao.

"Oh dear, Ah Heng, sit down quickly. You must be starving after a long day of travel!" Supported by her grandson, Grandma Yu touched Yu Heng's arm again, feeling that her little grandson had lost a bit of weight since last time.

A large round table for ten people was set up, with Grandma Yu sitting at the head of the table, and everyone else sitting around it.

Aunt Zhou distributed bowls and chopsticks to everyone. Although she was a nanny, she always ate at the same table as everyone, so she sat down with them.

Grandma Yu was very excited. She kept pulling Dong Senyao, who was on her left, to eat more, and then she put food on Yu Heng's plate on her right.

Across from them, Yu Jiaming and his three siblings watched with amusement, exchanging a few words occasionally, but mostly listening to Dong Senyao talk about Yu Heng.

He has a strong ability to express himself; even an ordinary afternoon event becomes rich and interesting in his narration.

At times, the crowd listened attentively, and at other times, they burst into laughter at his antics.

The meal lasted a long time, and the food got cold by the end, but no one cared. They wanted to hear more from Dong Senyao about Yu Heng, to understand him better, to know more about his past life, and to get closer to him.

The winter night sky appeared exceptionally deep, and the stars shone even brighter.

Everyone worked together to clear the table. The elderly person wasn't feeling well, the students had classes tomorrow, and Yu Heng and the others were exhausted after a long day, so everyone was preparing to go upstairs to sleep early.

The villa has many rooms, but there are also many family members. There are seven bedrooms, which is just enough for one person per room.

When Grandma Yu received a call from her grandson saying he was bringing friends back, she tidied up Yu Heng's room and prepared two quilts for him.

"Old Dong is sleeping in my room tonight, I'm going to sleep with Qingxu," Yu Heng said to Dong Senyao before everyone went upstairs.

"No way, let's sleep together! I'll sleep on the floor, okay?" Dong Senyao said, indicating that he didn't want to go through all that trouble.

"It's so cold, how can we sleep on the floor?" Grandma Yu said anxiously from the side.

“Yeah, how about Qingxu sleeps in my room tonight, and you can sleep in Qingxu’s room?” Yu Jiaming said.

"I'll sleep with Uncle Dong," Yang Qingxu said. He wanted to talk to Uncle Dong some more about his uncle's past.

“No, let him sleep alone!” Yu Heng refused.

"Uncle, the bed in my room is very big, big enough for two people to sleep in!" Thinking that he would secretly ask Uncle Dong about his grandmother later, Yang Qingxu argued with Heng.

Seeing the boy's rare display of persistence in front of him, Yu Heng ultimately said nothing more.

Young people need to experience the harsh realities of society.

The winter wind is dry and cold, blowing through the gaps in the clouds and reaching deep into the heart, but the sun is still warm, shining on people and making them feel cozy.

Yu Heng hadn't planned to go out today, so he went downstairs for breakfast early in the morning wearing thick pajamas.

Aunt Zhou had prepared breakfast early, but Grandma Yu and Uncle Yu had already finished eating.

"You're up so early today?" Yu Heng was a little surprised to see Dong Senyao having breakfast.

"There's no reason to stay in bed when you're a guest." Dong Senyao slurped up a mouthful of millet porridge, then ate some cold dishes, his eyes practically squinting as he ate.

"Uncle, Uncle Dong!"

"Uncle Dong!"

The two sisters also came out after changing into their school uniforms.

"Come and have breakfast quickly," Yu Heng called out when he saw the two sisters get up.

She served each of them a bowl of millet porridge and took an extra serving of small soup dumplings from the steamer. Food gets cold quickly in winter, and everyone eats at different times in the morning, so Aunt Zhou kept the breakfasts warm in the pot.

"Thank you uncle!"

"Uncle, you should eat too!"

"Where's Qingxu?" Yu Heng asked Dong Senyao as he sat down.

"Heh, heh, I'm still catching up on sleep!" Dong Senyao said awkwardly.

Yu Heng rolled his eyes at him, and was about to say something when Yang Qingxu came downstairs with dark circles under his eyes and a haggard look.

"Good morning, Uncle Dong!" Yang Qingxu greeted weakly.

"Sit down quickly, I'll get you something to eat." Poor child, this child suffered terribly last night.

Yu Heng got up again to get breakfast for Yang Qingxu, and Dong Senyao also hurriedly got up to help.

"I was just thinking that I've been sleeping really well lately after all these years," Dong Senyao muttered to Yu Heng in the kitchen, but anyone could hear the guilt in his voice.

From childhood to adulthood, Dong Senyao's sleeping posture was like that of someone in a fighting ring; he was never still.

Yu Heng sometimes guessed that the reason he couldn't win over Senior Qin wasn't because he was stupid, but because he was self-aware.

He and Dong Senyao set out Yang Qingxu's breakfast. Looking at Yang Qingxu's two huge dark circles, he felt a little regretful. This child would have to suffer in class all day.

"Eat up, your uncle will take you to school today and pick you up after school this afternoon." Yu Heng said to the three siblings, "Your uncle and Uncle Dong both brought you gifts. Now that you're going to school, we'll distribute them to you this afternoon!"

"Really? What's the gift?" Yang Qingyan asked excitedly. "Never mind, I can't tell you now. I'll keep it as a surprise. Uncle, you'd better come pick me up soon!"

Yang Qingxu and Yang Qingying also looked at Yu Heng happily.

Yu Heng ruffled Yang Qingxu's hair, then patted the two little girls on the shoulder before going upstairs to change his clothes and head out. He had originally wanted to pat their heads as well, but since the girls had already braided their hair, he was afraid of messing it up.

Together with Dong Senyao, they took the children to school, and then took a detour to his sister's grave to pay their respects.

"This must be my brother-in-law. He looks more like Qingyan, Qingxu looks more like you, and Qingying looks more like your sister." Dong Senyao lit a cigarette and placed it in front of his brother-in-law's tombstone.

“How is she similar? Qingyan looks more like my sister.” Yu Heng wiped his sister’s tombstone.

"Tsk!" Dong Senyao didn't argue with him, but instead asked about Brother-in-law Yu's background.

“He’s from an orphanage, so you could say he married into my family.” Yu Heng always sounded a little awkward when talking about his brother-in-law.

He felt his sister could find someone better, but according to his family, his sister and her husband had a very good relationship, and their children were already so grown up. However, Yu Heng always felt that his sister and her husband hadn't gotten his consent to be together, and he didn't approve of his brother-in-law. Now, both of them have passed away, leaving Yu Heng alone to struggle with his own conscience.