Aunt Fu prepared lunch. No matter what, after all these ups and downs over the years, she finally found her son, and she felt satisfied in her heart.
Now, whether the child recognizes her or not, it didn't matter.
As long as the child is doing well.
She made lunch for Shen Weilan and Lu Hechen and once again felt their kindness.
Aunt Fu was very moved.
She looked at the time, it was already half-past twelve, and those two kids hadn't come downstairs yet.
Aunt Fu originally didn't want to disturb them and thought to check if they were in the attic looking at photos.
Maybe they got too engrossed in the photos and forgot the time.
She climbed upstairs, ready to call them for lunch.
In an instant, Aunt Fu understood what was happening.
She was stunned, her old face turning red.
Oh dear, these young people these days, how easily they roll into bed.
But, well, they are newlyweds, she could understand as someone who had been through the same.
