Jade Dragon City, Zhu Da Restaurant.
"Zhuzi, slow down. There's more if you're still hungry." Yang Yun watched Iron Pillar, who wasn't even seven yet but was already as sturdy as an ordinary eight- or nine-year-old child. A trace of melancholy flickered in her eyes.
Ping'er was eight this year, too, wasn't he?
She wondered if he was as sturdy as Zhuzi.
Thinking of the son she hadn't seen since leaving the Hu Clan, Yang Yun's eyes grew a little red.
No matter how strong she was, she was still a woman and a mother.
Usually, between cultivation and military duties in Jade Dragon City, Yang Yun hadn't felt it so keenly. But ever since she reunited with Xiangcao, spending time with her and seeing little ones like Iron Pillar had made her longing for her own child take root in her heart like a little weed, tormenting her more and more.
Iron Pillar set down his empty bowl. Seeing Yang Yun's reddened eyes, he asked, "Auntie Yun, what's wrong?"
Auntie Yun treated him wonderfully. In little Zhuzi's heart, Auntie Xiangcao came first, his father, Iron Ox, second, Uncle Zhou Hao, third, and Auntie Yun fourth.
"It's nothing. Some sand blew into Auntie's eyes." Yang Yun patted Iron Pillar's head. "Are you full? If you want more, Auntie will get you another serving."
Iron Pillar loved the Zhilong Meat at Zhu Da Restaurant most. He'd gotten out of school early today, and Xiangcao hadn't finished cultivating yet, so when Yang Yun happened to come by, she brought him here to satisfy his craving.
"I'm kind of full." Iron Pillar rubbed his little belly. "But I can still eat another bowl."
"Then have another bowl." Yang Yun smiled and asked Zhu Da to bring another serving.
"Zhuzi, dragging your Auntie Yun