"Yes, yes." Xiaoqi nodded vigorously before sighing regretfully. "If great-grandpa and great-grandmother could celebrate Grandpa's birthday at home, he would definitely be very happy."
After Xiaoqi finished washing the vegetables, Ling Sheng took him to the balcony and took a photo of the sprouting Snow White before sending it to Huo Ci.
Ling Sheng: Father, your Snow White has germinated. Are you coming home today?
Half an hour later, Ling Sheng finally heard her WeChat ring. She hurriedly ran out of the kitchen and wiped her hands before seeing his reply.
Huo Ci: Yes.
"Mommy, Mommy, what did Grandpa say?" Xiaoqi ran out of the kitchen. His face was covered in flour, and so were his hands. He was making longevity noodles for Grandpa.
