All the preparations should have been complete by then. Song Tianyou untied his apron, gave Fourth Uncle in the kitchen a few instructions, washed his hands, and walked out.
Outside the kitchen was a separate courtyard with a small vegetable plot.
When Song Tianyou came out, he found that Song Haoran had returned at some point. He had drawn a bucket of water and was watering the plants in the vegetable plot.
Song Tianyou smiled, clasped his hands behind his back, and quietly walked up behind Song Haoran. "You're back."
"Mm, I only just arrived." Song Haoran squatted down, reached out to pluck off the spoiled leaves, and said, "Our family's vegetable plot doesn't use pesticides, so the produce is naturally healthy. But there's one downside—it's very easy for these kinds of pests to appear."
Song Tianyou glanced over and said calmly, "It seems you have something to tell me?"
Song Haoran shrugged. "No. I just suddenly felt a little sentimental."
Song Haoran stood up and stretched before turning around. He glanced into the kitchen and smiled. "It's been many years since I last cooked personally. My skills haven't deteriorated, have they?"
"You little brat." Song Tianyou laughed as he scolded him.
"On my way here, I stopped by Chinatown." Song Haoran suddenly said, "Luo Qiu said we should buy something before coming over."
"How thoughtful." Song Tianyou froze for a moment when he heard that, then smiled as well. He was delighted to hear that a descendant of the Song Family would make such a gesture—even if it was likely nothing more than ordinary courtesy.
But when people grew old, they seemed to dwell on these things, wanting to hold on to them.
"I've made him spend money." Song Tianyou shook his head.
Song Haoran said out of nowhere,