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The Song Family were all skilled cooks. Once their two children were old enough to think for themselves, the parents began to cultivate their life skills. They were particularly pleased when they discovered that their younger son had a talent for cooking, believing he could definitely become a chef in the future. The older son, who was quite mature for his age, enjoyed household chores and always managed to find tasks that suited him and brought him joy.
Although the couple encouraged their children to marry and find partners, they were not as insistent as other parents. Their core belief was to nudge them away from merely playing and working, but when it came time for serious relationships, they would respect their children's wishes. However, the Old Father found it somewhat difficult to accept the idea of his daughter-in-law being a man.
For instance, sitting across from him and peeling shrimp for Song Bunan was someone he could not look at without feeling displeased. Unfortunately, his foolish son adored this person and had been spoiled to the point of having no table manners; he couldn't even be bothered to use chopsticks and simply opened his mouth to be fed. To make matters worse, his wife was enamored with this daughter-in-law and had not stopped praising her and the son-in-law since they started eating, her smile radiant. The loving husband could only endure it.
What brought him some comfort was seeing the affection in the man's eyes when he looked at Song Bunan. Every gesture reminded him of how carefully he treated his own wife when they first married, as if afraid she might get hurt or upset—he would have gladly done her breathing for her if he could. His older son was also good at taking care of others; noticing that the girl wore light-colored clothes, he had gone out of his way to find new clothes for Song Bunan.
"Seeing you little rascals happy makes us both content! As parents, we look forward to this day. Now, let's raise our glasses to celebrate gaining a son and a daughter!" The mother's joy was evident as everyone raised their glasses to toast with her, her face slightly flushed with happiness. "Now that this major issue is resolved, we plan to continue our travels before you little ones get married. Before we set off, we’ll have a joyful gathering with Xiao Yan's parents; you two just enjoy your time together. As for Xiao Xiao's situation being special, let’s not stick too rigidly to traditions. If you're willing, you can start calling us Parents today; if you need more time to think about it, we can decide when we return. How does that sound?"
Facing the two elders, Xiao Ke Ai felt as if his heart was soaked in warm milk. He nervously held Song Bunan's hand under the table for reassurance. When he received a reassuring squeeze in return, confidence surged within him. He stood up and bowed respectfully to the elders, sincerely thanking them: "Thank you both for accepting me and Bunan. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. I will not let you down."
Song Bunan, who had initially worried about addressing them differently, jumped up excitedly upon hearing her partner's words and hugged him tightly while exclaiming joyfully: "That's wonderful! My boyfriend now has parents! I won't be alone anymore; I can have pocket money and have my parents reminding me to work!"
Xin Yi thought he had run out of tears but found his eyes welling up at Song Bunan's words. He held her tightly in his arms and sincerely said thank you for giving him a family.
"Oh..." The emotional mother wiped her tears and made her way over to the couple. "Poor child! Come here for a hug from Mom. From now on, Xiao Xiao will also have someone who cares for her; I’ll give you a big red envelope during the New Year!" With that, she embraced both young people and kissed their cheeks.
After they had eaten and were ready to leave, Song Bunan shared her thoughts about renaming Xiao Ke Ai with the parents. The Old Father was the first to agree and began pondering seriously.
"The name Xiao Ke Ai does sound rather ominous. Life may have its ups and downs, but calling it sorrowful is too bleak—it weighs one down. You’ve faced challenges but are fine as a person; let’s simply rename you Xiao Hao Ming!" The old man waved his hand decisively as he spoke the name Song Buxian.
He quickly stopped his father, suggesting they take some time to carefully review names before making a decision; after all, what if Xiao Ke Ai had favorite characters or names? It would be unwise to rush into it. Both his mother and girlfriend agreed with him while Song Bunan stroked her chin thoughtfully and praised it as a good name indeed.
In a place where no one could see, Song Bunan was kicked in the rear by his brother.
While shopping, Xiao Ke Ai asked Song Buxian how he managed to stop this situation. Receiving a look that questioned his intelligence, he lowered his voice and said, “Think about our names. By the way, my dad is named Song Qingxing, and my mom also has the surname Song; her name is Song Laimei. Do we seem like a family with a talent for naming?”
Xiao Ke Ai understood, and she understood it very well.
In the end, it was the Jiang Family Head who suggested that they simply name the child Xiao Wuyou, so he could live happily and carefree in the future.
With their parents' approval, Song Bunan felt he had a solid foundation with his boyfriend. They experienced everything a couple should and shouldn’t do together. The day after achieving this harmony in life, Song Bunan lay in bed with a fever all day long, a fact he dared not share with anyone. Meanwhile, Xiao Ke Ai felt low in spirits, believing it was her fault.
“Brother, if you think it’s your fault, what will we do about our future? I still want to experience more…” By nightfall, as his fever broke and he regained consciousness, Song Bunan saw his man looking troubled. Dragging his aching body over to him, he tried to cheer him up with some playful affection. “Besides, I think you’re amazing; I really like you. Kids are greedy; after this pain, I’d still dare to go through it again.”
With a helpless sigh, Xiao Ke Ai carefully held him and massaged his lower back, saying that he liked him too.
“The hospital said the child is recovering well. Let’s go complete the paperwork in the next couple of days and bring him home. We can turn the guest room into his bedroom and ask my brother to help find a school for him. We’ll pick him up and drop him off; during holidays, he can even come to my shop…”
His words faded into the rhythm of their breathing. Looking down, he saw that Song Bunan had already fallen asleep. Although his fever had subsided, his face was still flushed as he rested on Xiao Ke Ai's chest, black curls brushing against his chin and causing a slight itch.
He replied softly that it was fine, reached out to turn off the light, and slowly drifted off to sleep with his love and their future in his arms.
“Dad, can’t we change the store’s location? This village is completely deserted; it’s dangerous for him to travel back and forth every day.” The child sat in the backseat of the car, gazing out at the scenery.
The village, illuminated solely by the moonlight and devoid of streetlights, had collapsed into a state of disarray. Many houses along the road were reduced to ruins, and the path itself had eroded beyond recognition. The car's headlights swept across the scene, and if it weren't for the occasional glimpse of an intact old house, one might think this was merely a demolition site.
The driver focused intently on the road ahead and replied softly, "So from now on, we'll pick him up and drop him off, not letting him run around alone. This place is spacious, making it easier for your dad to work. You can't find such a large area in the city to start a fire."
"Ah, Dad's job... um! Dad! Grandma and Grandpa are back home! They just messaged that we should go there for dinner tomorrow. They said Sister Mocha will be there too!" The message on the child's phone brought a bright smile to his face as he leaned over to share the news.
He nodded in agreement, saying they should go to bed early after picking up Dad since they needed to leave for Grandma and Grandpa's place early.
In the distance, between the sky and the buildings, an orange-red light flickered. The smell of burnt paper and wood wafted through the air. The child excitedly rubbed his hands together, wishing that his dad hadn't finished burning the packages yet because he wanted to help toss them into the fire.
"Be careful; I'll go get you both some food."
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