The sun sets in the west.
A taxi drives into Nanhu Villa.
Lin Xiaosu carries a large woven bag and walks alongside Ding Ruoshui into the Ding's Villa.
As usual, Mrs. Ding greets them with a joyful smile.
Ding Ruoshui solemnly hands the bag to her mother: "Mom, this is from his mom... grown by her own hands, filled with her mom's hard work. She said since you're in Jiangcheng and have everything, she could only send you some homegrown vegetables to share a taste of familial love."
There, she kept saying 'his mom' over and over...
Lin Xiaosu felt his cheeks go a bit sour.
But Mrs. Ding was delighted, taking the bag and opening it with a smile as bright as a flower: "Sister Mei, wash these radishes from the in-laws, and I'll make a new dish with them myself."
Aunt Mei cheerfully came over to start the preparations.
Lin Xiaosu reached out and took out a jade bracelet, handing it to Mrs. Ding: "Auntie, this is a gift from me to you."
Ding Ruoshui was quite surprised.
