Pampered By All In Different Planes

So, the two of them began to frantically try to rescue the meatballs in the pot.

These few meatballs ended up being the only thing burnt among all the dishes tonight.

Xiangsheng, noticing the odd color, became curious again. His small hand gripping the chopsticks, he clumsily picked up a burnt meatball and popped it into his mouth.

"It's actually pretty good!" he exclaimed.

Su Zhiruan: "..."

Looking at this dish, they were reminded of what they had been doing just earlier.

Suppressing a cough, Wen Qingyu took on a fatherly demeanor, moved the meatballs aside, and picked up a custard bun for Xiangsheng, "Try the piggy custard bun that Daddy made, see if it tastes good."

At the sight of the plump little piggy, Xiangsheng's attention was indeed diverted instantly; he examined it from left to right. Having taken a bite and discovered the sweet, fragrant inside, he quickly forgot about the burnt meatballs that he had just praised for tasting good.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The family continued their meal.

After dinner, Wen Qingyu took it upon himself to tackle the task of washing dishes. Su Zhiruan looked at the little one with his hands propped under his chin. She rose and turned on the radio.

Once again, the song "Unforgettable Tonight" filled the airwaves on the radio.

This year's "Unforgettable Tonight" was set up by her to play on a loop at the scheduled time through the pre-tuned radio equipment.

"Mom, what's this music? Why do you always like it whenever it's New Year's?" Seeing Su Zhiruan sit down on the couch, Xiangsheng took the initiative to move closer and settled down beside her.

"It's not that Mommy likes this song, it's that it's played every New Year. Many people, as soon as they hear this song, feel that a new year has begun," Su Zhiruan listened to "Unforgettable Tonight" playing on the radio.

Xiangsheng nodded, half-understanding, and lay down on her lap to listen to the music.

"Unforgettable Tonight, Unforgettable Tonight, no matter how far the ends of the world, all unite under the embrace of our land..."

"Farewell Tonight, Farewell Tonight, whether new friends or old acquaintances, let's invite each other again in the spring of next year..."

In the bustling New Years of the past, what people heard might have been only the melody and this familiar tune.

Only when one truly calms down can one appreciate the profound emotions contained in the lyrics.

The rain continued to fall outside, and Su Zhiruan lifted her head to look.

Except, there were no fireworks this year.

Two months after the New Year.

The heavy rain had lessened quite a bit.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu made another trip to deliver supplies.

With these supplies, everyone should be able to smoothly get through the last five months.

"These days, whether it's the temperature or the heavy rain, it seems to have normalized quite a bit," Wen Qingyu stood beside Su Zhiruan, watching people distribute supplies.

"It should be soon," Su Zhiruan handed a package of compressed biscuits from the box to an elderly man, and continued to talk to Wen Qingyu, "Now, we are just in the last darkness before dawn. After these few months, everything will return to normal."

Light glowed brighter in the eyes of the old man upon hearing her words.

"Really?" he asked with a trembling hand.

Su Zhiruan smiled reassuringly, "Of course, it's true. Soon, we will be able to return to our normal lives."

Her words served as a comforting assurance to everyone.

The next person to come forward for supplies was an old acquaintance.

Mother Su.

Her face revealed a fluctuating mix of emotions upon seeing Su Zhiruan.

On one hand, there was guilt, and on the other, embarrassment and awkwardness.

"I... I—" She opened her mouth as if to say something but saw that Su Zhiruan had no intention of acknowledging her. Instead, she calmly handed over the supplies without a word.

As the next person was waiting, Mother Su could not linger too long. With each step, she looked back three times, hoping to catch a glance from Su Zhiruan.

But she had miscalculated; from start to finish, Su Zhiruan only treated her as an ordinary person, calm, without any emotion.

As for Su Mingzhu, she felt too ashamed to face her. She procrastinated and refused to go in front of Su Zhiruan to get supplies, insisting on queueing up next to another person. When it was her turn, the supplies had run out.

Su Mingzhu felt a surge of despair. She dared not turn back, fearing that once she did, she would see Su Zhiruan's sneer.

"Here you go."

A voice came from behind her, calm and without a ripple.

Su Mingzhu turned around stiffly, and indeed saw the neatly dressed Su Zhiruan, with Wen Qingyu at her side.

Su Zhiruan held a portion of supplies, which she extended toward her.

"I..."

"Don't overthink. They're distributed per person. Even if I were holding a grudge, I wouldn't let you starve under these circumstances," Su Zhiruan placed the supplies at her feet, her tone even-tempered.

And Su Mingzhu was filled with embarrassment and shame.

She stood there, at a loss, while all around her were people wearing varied expressions.