Fang Fu nodded, "I'm back to take part in the autumn examinations!" His insights had grown considerably over the past two years, and his essays had matured and become more polished. He would try his luck again this year! If it still didn't work out, he would make other plans!
Mo Heng, on the other hand, had someone bring back two large watermelons, which he had grown himself in the desert.
During Xixi's first birthday celebration, that fool Chang Yonglin placed a watermelon on the zhuazhou ritual table. When the little one saw the large watermelon with its green skin and patterns, he crawled over, hugged it without letting go, and grinned with a small mouth, "Mama! Mama!"
But when the watermelon was cut open, it was half white and completely unripe.
Two days after the first birthday party, Shen Songming finally arrived, out of breath, "I'm late! I'm so tired!"
"Godfather! Godfather! You're finally here!" Jiujiu, like a little bumblebee, rushed up to him.
