Meng Yunhan looked at her son walking toward her, she set aside what she was holding and embraced Little Huzi, showering him with kisses.
"Mom..." Little Huzi could speak now. Even though he could only utter words one at a time, to Meng Yunhan, her son was already the most amazing thing in the world.
Meng Yunhan carried Little Huzi to wash his hands, preparing for dinner.
"Hanhan, Now that the vacation has started, you and your son should visit Ahao at the military camp." Father Zhao knew it was because of him that his daughter did not propose to visit the camp for two months.
"Dad, there's no hurry, there's plenty of time. Plus, Ahao hasn't been at the military camp for long and he must be busy. I don't want to bother him. I'm planning to take Little Huzi back to our old home place tomorrow." She would pay tribute to her mother's and elder brother's memorial sites. During the Qingming Festival, no one was home to light incense for them.