Although Hong Ling'er was only seven or eight years old, the little girl was simply too beautiful and too lovable.
Graceful and exquisite, clever in every way.
Even after raising her standards again and again, Mo Yanran truly could not find a single flaw in this little girl.
Judging by her looks alone, and that ethereal, impish aura of hers, she was a perfect match for her son!
At that moment, scenes of the two children growing up, getting married, becoming pregnant, and having children had already surfaced in her mind.
She had even thought of names for the children.
If it was a boy, he would be called Hua Lingxiao. If it was a girl, she would be called Hua Lingyao.
Hua Sijun noticed Mo Yanran's arrival and immediately called out happily, "Mom, come quickly and try our cooking."
Then she grabbed a handful of meat skewers, ran over, and stuffed them into Mo Yanran's hands.
"This was cut piece by piece by Brother, then threaded by Sister Ling'er, and most importantly, grilled by your precious daughter.
Try it quickly and see how it tastes!"
The other little ones came up to greet her one after another, their cheeks puffed out and their words muffled.
"Greetings, Mom Yanran!"
A gentle smile appeared on Mo Yanran's face. Looking at the little dumplings, she hurriedly said, "Babies, don't rush. Chew slowly, swallow first, then talk."
She was worried they might choke.
"Mom, why did you come?" Hua Xiaoyao asked.
Shouldn't they have been in the hall, eating and chatting with that old man?
He had seen his dad and that old man raising cups and trading drinks, having the time of their lives!
"Hehe, Mom came to see Miss Ling'er."
She reached out and stroked Hong Ling'er's little head, her tone