Chen Ji had a dream.
In the dream, he was flipping through his mother's diary, reading the scattered words inside.
"Little Bun is one year old, oh boy, I bought him a gold necklace, but he can't wear it now, so I'm wearing it for him first."
"Little Bun is two years old, this year I bought him a pair of sunglasses, I'll wear them for him first."
"Little Bun is three years old, let's buy him a gold ring!"
"Four years old, not as easy to fool!"
"Bun is five, today I invited his kindergarten friends over to celebrate his birthday at home, I made the cake myself!"
"Little Bun is six, I cooked long-life noodles for him, not tasty, bland, but I forced him to finish it."
"Seven years old, I traded a Crispy Shark treat for his promise to wish for mom to stay forever young and beautiful, quite a bargain."
"Little Bun is eight, I told him to wish for the family to become rich!"
"Ah, it came true!"
