Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

Little Wenli looked at Baba, then at Gugu and her uncle, and saw surprise on their faces as well.

What Grandpa and Grandma just said wasn't my imagination!

[Chirp! Little Pear, things are looking great! Keep it up! How about we try the limited-edition themed blind boxes?]

Wen Li glanced at the shop panel and saw several series: "Sweet Dreams", "Great Health" and "Delicious Warmth".

No child can resist something delicious. Milk Dumpling swallowed hard and chose the last one.

[Theme Limited Edition - R-type Cookie DIY Set]

[Blind Box Description: The best food in the world is enjoyed with loved ones.]

[Friendly reminder: This requires the assistance of two family members to complete.]

Two family members...

The milk ball sticks out its little finger.

Grandpa. Grandma. There are exactly two!

Clutching the gift box that had seemingly fallen from the sky, she first looked for Duan Yuanzhou: "Grandpa!"

The old man was being rebuked by his wife, but at the same time, he was finally being acknowledged, leaving him in an awkward position. He desperately needed to change the subject: "What?"

Wen Li, as if presenting a treasure, asked, "Want to make cookies with Li Bao?"

The old man glanced at it and said, "I can't."

Wen Li hugged his arm and shook it: "The cookies taste so much better when Grandpa's watching!"

The old man couldn't resist such coquettishness, and he stood up, leaning on his cane: "Let's go."

He even glanced at Qin Zhiyuan, implying, "See? This little girl really likes me."

The old lady did not want to respond to such childish provocation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Duan Yuanzhou entered the kitchen, Wen Li ran away in a flash.

The same words, the same plea, and yet they all encounter adults who are equally reluctant to refuse.

A few minutes later, the three of them stood in the kitchen, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The maids prepared all the necessary tableware, then one by one covered their mouths and withdrew.

Even if it's ice that's been frozen for ten or even decades, it can always be melted by the young lady.

The old man and woman knew exactly what their granddaughter was thinking. They glanced at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Wen Li clapped her hands happily: "Let's begin! Let's begin!"

The little one, dressed in an apron and gloves, looked quite professional as he climbed the prepared children's stairs to put the butter into a bowl.

She slipped and spilled butter, which instead splattered flour all over her face.

The little one looked blankly at her: "Li Bao and Gu Gu, did you draw them all white?"

Qin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, picked up a wet wipe, and gently wiped her face: "Slow down."

Beside him, Duan Yuanzhou, unable to follow the teachings and only able to observe from afar, couldn't resist picking up a mold.

What you get from blind boxes is naturally strange and unusual.

The old man stared at it for a long time: "What is this?"

The old lady said calmly, "You took it upside down."

The old man paused, as if it were indeed true.

He didn't argue, but silently flipped the mold over—oh, it turned out to be an octopus.

Who makes octopus-shaped cookies? They're not sausages!

This manufacturer is outrageous!

The old lady enjoyed studying baking when she was young, and even though she didn't have the opportunity for many years afterward, she was still proficient in the process.

With nothing to do, the old man wandered around, touching and looking at things here and there.

He even pretended to be knowledgeable: "Has the oven been preheated?"

The little one couldn't understand, so he asked his grandma for help.

The old lady was using dried cranberries as eyes for the octopus, not even looking up: "It's already opened."

After a while, the old lady said, "Hand me the kitchen paper."

The little one instinctively thought that Grandma was talking to him, but the cardboard box was very far away from him—it was next to Grandpa.

She remained silent, her dark eyes fixed on the scene, watching as Grandpa brought the cardboard box over and Grandma hummed in agreement.

Wow, that's really great!

Time passed by, second by second, and no one counted.

After some time, the oven dinged, and the aroma of butter filled the air.

At the same time, a system notification sounded:

[Chirp! Daily task: Three-minute time together completed! Reward: Family buff unlock progress - 30%]

[Little Pear, once the buff is fully unlocked, using it in conjunction with blind boxes will have amazing effects! Keep it up!]

The little dumpling smiled, her eyes crinkling, and held up a tiny octopus in her hand: "Grandma! Grandpa! These are Pear Baby's cookies for you!"

Grandma and Grandpa took a bite together and praised her, saying she did a great job.

Little Milk Ball thought, "Chiu Chiu is right, food tastes so much better when you eat with the people you love!"

-

The Wu family.

These past few days, Mr. Shen has been arriving at the door on time, even more punctual than clocking in for work.

"Teacher, we're really counting on you this time. If Ms. Qin is willing to say a few words to Mr. Duan, everything will be..."

Wu Qiming waved his hand: "I can only arrange to meet for a meal. Whether it works out or not, I can't guarantee it will."

He said sternly, "Alright, stop coming here all the time if there's nothing wrong. Don't you have a company to manage? Don't your kids have school to go to?"

Mr. Shen didn't know how to respond, so he could only force a smile.

In the courtyard, Wu Shuo, as always, chose to stand under that ancient tree. Today, he wasn't reading; he was assembling a model.

The boy had a straight back and an outstanding demeanor.

Shen Yaya squatted down beside her, asking her all sorts of questions.

"Brother Xiaoshuo, should this be installed here?"

Just as she was about to reach for a part, Wu Shuo had already moved the small row of parts to his side.

Her movements were natural, without the slightest hint of disdain, and her tone was indifferent yet polite: "Thank you, I can do it myself."

Shen Yaya's hand froze in mid-air for a long while before she withdrew it.

Wu Qiming knew that his student was only bringing girls around every day to soften his heart and improve his relationship with his grandson.

But what's the use?

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Xiao Shuo doesn't actually like this younger sister.

Adults cannot decide who their children get along with or don't get along with.

After the Shen family father and daughter left, Wu Qiming walked over to Wu Shuo and asked, "How's the puzzle going?"

Wu Shuo stood up: "It went very smoothly."

Wu Qiming patted him on the shoulder: "There will be a lot of people at the birthday banquet this weekend, including some children your age. Oh, and that little girl the Duan family adopted should be coming too."

Wu Shuo nodded, seemingly unconcerned about those around him: "Mm."

Wu Qiming, on the contrary, became interested and deliberately said, "I heard that she is very cute and likable."

Wu Shuo heard this and glanced at the model, then casually straightened a crooked part.

Clearly, a little sister I've never met before isn't very appealing.

Wu Qiming chuckled: "Alright, you can continue playing."

He shook his head and muttered to himself.

This child has always been indifferent to everything, living in his own world with a set of self-order that he does not allow to be disturbed.

When will I be able to care about others?

-

A new day begins with a countdown.

There are five days left until Grandma takes the big plane.

The little dumpling hugged its small blanket, looking rather melancholy.

She recalled that a few months ago, she used to count down the days, waiting for Baba to adopt her.

I'm afraid every day. What if Baba is taken back by the system? Will I be homeless?

At that time, she worked incredibly hard.

The same applies now.

This time, however, it wasn't for myself.

[Chirp! A new daily task is here: Get Grandpa and Grandma home together.]

[Mission Reward: Family Affection buff unlocked to 60%]

Wen Li let out a "waaaah" and pounced on the blanket like a kitten, looking even more distressed.

Not to mention that Grandpa stays at home every day, even when the two of them go out, they always take different cars.

What should I do?

When Wen Li came downstairs, Qin Zhiyuan had already changed her clothes and was ready to go out.

The little dumpling's eyes lit up: Grandma looks so beautiful today!

The children could tell that I had dressed up specially.

Duan Xianchen glanced at his watch: "Are we leaving now?"

Qin Zhiyuan nodded: "I'm afraid of traffic jams."

Duan Shimi asked, "Where are we meeting today with Elder Wu?"

"The same old place, the same teahouse on Zhongxing Street."

Duan Hetong said, "I remember when we were kids, Old Wu always went to that house."

Duan Shimi remarked with emotion, "In the blink of an eye, you and Elder Wu have known each other for almost ten years."

"Yes." Qin Zhiyuan smiled. "When I first joined the ministry, I was unfamiliar with the place and the people, and I asked him for advice on many things. Later, when I went abroad, he also introduced me to many friends."

Wen Li listened attentively. So, Grandpa Wu was Grandma's very good friend. Was it like her and Qiu Qiu were?

Duan Shimi suddenly lowered her voice: "From childhood until now, every time you go to see Old Master Wu, Dad gets unhappy—he's truly jealous to the end."

The two brothers covered their lips with their fists to hide their laughter.

The old lady couldn't help but laugh, but still pointed at her from afar: "Don't talk nonsense."

On the contrary, the little one's head couldn't keep up.

Why is Grandpa unhappy that Grandma went out to play with her best friend?

Also, what is "vinegar"? When they go out, do they drink vinegar together?

The thought of that sour taste made Wen Li's face scrunch up.

-

The old lady had just left the house when the old man got up right after—he usually doesn't stay up this late.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes darted around, clearly checking if the person had left.

Finally, his gaze fell on Wen Li's worried face: "Who bullied the little girl?"

The little dumpling rested her chin on her hand, listlessly saying, "Sour."

The old man: "?"

You weren't talking about me, were you?

The old man reads the newspaper, watches TV, pours himself tea, and strolls around the house.

No matter how you look at it, it's clear that he's restless and uncomfortable.

The children saw through it but didn't say anything. They exchanged glances and went to work.

She left the little bundle of milk behind, hugged the big snow dragon, and kept looking outside.

When will Grandma come home today?

Pear, how can we get Grandma and Grandpa to come home together?

Someone strolled up behind her, tapped the ground with their cane, and deliberately cleared their throat: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to see sugar painting?"

Wen Li turned her head, wondering why her grandfather had brought this up.

"I know a shop on Zhongxing Street that makes excellent food." The old man ordered without room for argument, "Change your clothes, I'll take you to see it."

Huh?

Zhongxing Street, is that a place Grandma goes to too?

She was still wondering why she suddenly wanted to go see sugar painting, but it was always good to be able to see it.

The milk ball ran upstairs with a clatter.

The old man glanced at the time, then casually looked away.

"Hurry up. If you're late, you'll miss it."