After quite a bit of cajoling, Little Huzi finally stopped crying. Meng Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief, only to suddenly smell a stink. She couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"You're too neat, crying after you've dirtied yourself." Meng Yunhan began to clean up her son, as well as the bedding.
"Are you hungry now?" Her son was looking at her with hazy eyes, which Meng Yunhan found so adorable that she bent down and kissed him.
After feeding Little Huzi and lulling him to sleep, Meng Yunhan then started cooking.
At this time, her parents-in-law hadn't come, and probably wouldn't.
So Meng Yunhan cooked the meat into double-cooked pork, made a soup, and of course, an egg cake.
Old Zhao knew today was his adoptive daughter's birthday, so he closed the shop early and came home.
Once he got home and heard no other voices, he knew that the in-laws hadn't come.
Maybe they had forgotten that today was Hanhan's birthday. No matter, he was here, her father, to celebrate with her.