After clearing away the last few plates of leftovers, Li Mo went to the kitchen. Gu Xueqin and Li Dalong were washing dishes, chatting about everyday matters as they did.
"Husband, didn't we eat too much rich food today?"
"Mm-hm. Those ingredients our son made were far too nourishing."
Li Dalong solemnly wiped away his nosebleed.
Li Mo casually said, "Then let's eat some light vegetables for the next few days. What should we have? I'll speak to Elder Qian later."
"Baby bok choy."
Gu Xueqin answered without hesitation, placing particular emphasis on the word "baby."
"Good, that's good. We'll buy a few baskets later." Li Dalong gave his son a meaningful glance.
Li Mo: "?"
Why did it feel like his father's look carried some hidden meaning?
"Son, I see Little Bing has worn that hairpin for a long time. How can a young woman have no jewelry? How about giving her this?"
After drying her hands, Gu Xueqin took a purple sandalwood box from her sleeve.
Li Mo had thought it was a single piece, but when he opened it, he found an entire set. One was a hairpin, crafted respectively from mutton-fat jade and jadeite, while the other three were hair ornaments.
One must not forget what Li Jianhao's profession had been. With a single glance, Li Mo could tell they had been made by a master craftsman—exquisite and refined, with quite a few years behind them.
And he seemed to have heard Gu Xueqin mention them before...
"Wife, back when you married me, you wore these. At the time, I felt that this old Li's life had truly been worth it..."
Li Mo: "..."
Oh, now he remembered what his mother had said.
She had said, "This set of hair ornaments was passed from your grandmother