Meng Yunhan saw her son getting up and said gently, "Mom made you steamed dumplings, go and eat them quickly. Also, think about where you want to travel, you need to have a plan—I'm off to work."
Little Huzi nodded hastily, "Mom, I understand." Then he watched as Meng Yunhan left for work.
Grandpa wasn't at home, he must have gone to the University for the Elderly.
Little Huzi squealed with joy and hurried to eat his breakfast.
It was a pain, yet a pleasure.
Because these few days, he had been continuously enjoying the meals made by his mom, a privilege even his dad hadn't experienced.
It's not that Meng Yunhan never cooked, but in recent years she had been so busy, she rarely went into the kitchen.
And Yun Hao couldn't possibly stay at home for so many days in a row.
"It's so delicious, really delicious."
Little Huzi felt that nobody could match the food made by his mom.
Even these dumplings were especially tasty and fragrant.
