Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

The car drove away from the bustling city center, passed through the gradually thinning buildings, and onto the highway leading to the distant suburbs.

The view outside the window changed from reinforced concrete to a slightly desolate winter field, and then gradually revealed the outline of undulating mountains.

At the foot of a quiet mountain on the outskirts of City A, there is a small village with white walls and black tiles, which retains its old-fashioned appearance.

The old man's courtyard is located at the very edge of the mountain in the village. It is a secluded and quiet house.

The courtyard is in a typical Chinese style, with low walls that allow you to see a few withered plum branches peeking out from inside.

The wooden gate, with its mottled paint, exudes a sense of warmth and age.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a neatly tidy courtyard comes into view.

The path is paved with bluestone slabs, with some hardy flowers and plants growing in the corners, and a small vegetable garden that has been carefully tended.

The main buildings are several single-story wooden houses, with strings of dried red peppers and golden corn hanging under the eaves, exuding a simple and rustic atmosphere.

"An auntie comes to clean and cook here every morning, and Grandpa lives alone at other times."

Song Jingmo took things out of the trunk, his voice particularly clear in the quiet courtyard. "Grandpa likes peace and quiet, but he can't stay idle. He always likes to tinker with things."

As the two entered the yard carrying bags of gifts, they heard a strong voice coming from the vegetable garden: "Is that Xiao Mo?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see an elderly man with gray hair but a sturdy build, bent over and busy in the vegetable garden, holding a small shovel in his hand.

"grandfather."

Song Jingmo walked over quickly. "Why are you doing this again? It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

Lu Er quickly followed, greeting him somewhat nervously, "Hello Grandpa, I'm Lu Er."

The old man's smile deepened. "I've often heard Xiao Mo mention you. Come over here and let Grandpa take a good look at you."

Lu Er quickly stepped forward and respectfully greeted, "Happy New Year, Grandpa!"

Her voice was crisp and clear, carrying the obedient manner of a junior meeting an elder.

"well!"

The old man chuckled in response, his gaze lingering on Lu Er's face for a moment, full of affection. "He's a delicate child, even more handsome than he appears on TV."

Lu Er was a little embarrassed by the praise. She scratched her head and looked down at the unfinished vegetable seedlings at the old man's feet and the small hoe next to him.

"Grandpa, take a rest, I'll help you plant them."

Before her grandfather could refuse, she rolled up her sleeves, took the small hoe, squatted down, and began digging holes, planting seedlings, and covering the soil with great skill.

Although his technique was not as skilled as that of the old farmer, his attitude was serious and his movements were quick, so it was clear that he was not a complete novice.

The old man was somewhat surprised, then grinned from ear to ear: "Oh dear, this child, how could I let you do it? Alright, alright, you plant it, Grandpa will hand you the seedlings."

Song Jingmo stood aside, watching Lu Er squatting in the vegetable garden, intently struggling with the soil and seedlings.

While Lu Er was planting vegetables, Song Jingmo was also busy.

I walked to the other side, rolled up my sleeves, and started picking the ripe bok choy and a few fresh radishes.

The old man looked at Lu Er, who was deftly planting vegetables on the left, and then at his grandson, who was quietly picking vegetables on the right. The smile on his face never disappeared.

He cheerfully directed, "Little Deer, make that pit a little deeper. Little Mo, don't throw away those radish tops, they're tender, they're delicious stir-fried."

The three generations of the family worked in the small vegetable garden for more than half an hour, creating a harmonious atmosphere like a warm pastoral painting.

Lu Er even talked about her experience in growing vegetables, although most of it was learned from variety shows, which made the old man laugh.

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

The old man straightened up, patted the dirt off his hands, and said, "Come on, let's go home. Today, Grandpa will cook for you all and let you taste my cooking."

"What does Little Deer like to eat? Braised pork? Steamed fish? Grandpa can make both."

Lu Er quickly supported the old man's arm: "Grandpa, I love everything you make. I'll help you."

The three generations of the family packed up their farm tools and harvested vegetables, then carried baskets and headed home.

I had only walked a few steps out of the vegetable garden when I encountered several villagers who were also picking vegetables.

"Chief Song, what vegetables did you plant this time? Oh, and who are these two handsome young men?"

An aunt carrying a basket greeted them warmly, her eyes lingering curiously on Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

The old man was well-liked in the village and replied with a smile, "He's my grandson, I brought him back for the New Year."

"Oh my, both of your grandsons are so energetic, just like you!"

Another middle-aged man asked in a loud voice, "Are you all married?"

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Reaching out, he pulled Lu Er, who was standing next to him looking a little embarrassed, and said in a strong voice, "Now that we've brought back our granddaughter-in-law, marriage is just a matter of time."

The words "granddaughter-in-law" struck Lu Er like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, making her ears ring and her face turn bright red instantly.

Standing there helplessly, wanting to explain but not knowing what to say, she could only look to Song Jingmo for help.

Seeing Lu Er's embarrassed look and the happy smile on his grandfather's face, Song Jingmo smiled politely at the villagers.

The villagers were taken aback at first, then they all showed expressions of sudden realization and goodwill.

They all said "Congratulations!" and "Chief Song is so lucky!" and exchanged a few warm greetings before dispersing.

On the way home, Lu Er's face was still flushed. She secretly pinched Song Jingmo's hand and whispered, "Why don't you explain yourself?"

Song Jingmo grabbed the man's mischievous fingers with his own hand and chuckled softly, "What's there to explain? Grandpa wasn't wrong."

Dinner consisted of several home-style dishes prepared by the old man himself.

The braised pork belly was stewed until tender and flavorful, the steamed fish was incredibly fresh and tender, and it was served with freshly picked stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of hot radish and pork rib soup.

It's simple, yet full of the feeling of home.

The three of them sat around the somewhat old eight-immortal table, the light was warm, the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

The old man kept serving food to the two of them, asking about Lu Er's company and also showing concern for Song Jingmo's work at the hospital.

After finishing his meal and clearing away the dishes, the old man didn't watch TV as usual. Instead, he took out two red envelopes that he had prepared beforehand.

"Here you go, Xiao Mo, Xiao Lu, take this."

The old man stuffed red envelopes into the hands of the two men, his calloused hands warm and strong. "Grandpa doesn't have much money, this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Wishing you both a peaceful and harmonious new year, with mutual support and a prosperous future.

These simple words are filled with the elders' most sincere blessings and expectations.

Lu Er clutched the heavy red envelope in her hand, her nose tingling with emotion.

Song Jingmo solemnly accepted it and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Grandpa. We will. We will definitely come back to see you often in the future."

"Alright, Grandpa's getting old and can't stay up all night, he'll go back to his room to sleep now. You two should get some rest too, the room on the left upstairs is all set up for you."

"The bed in the room is made of wood, so it's probably a bit hard. Please bear with it."

After saying that, the old man patted the two of them on the shoulders, a satisfied smile on his face, and slowly walked back to his room.