It was only when Mu Jingzhe saw his memorial tablet that she remembered that she had forgotten to take Shao Qihai's taste into account.
"I forgot to ask you what your father likes. We'll buy it next time on your father's death anniversary. Your mother takes priority today."
Shao Xi immediately said, "There's no need."
What death anniversary? He wasn't even dead yet! These were all for their mother, not him.
The children looked at the full table of offerings that Mu Jingzhe had prepared and were very happy. They felt that this way, their mother could eat more in heaven.
In the past, they hadn't been able to prepare much, and their mother had starved as a result. She could eat more this year.
With those thoughts in mind, they silently kowtowed to her.
"You can talk to your mother. You can say whatever you want."
