Zhao Nuanyue nodded slightly. Gu Qingyu picked up the bowl and took a sip of the brown sugar water. "Not bad, this is delicious," he praised. "It reminds me of when my wife gave birth to our eldest son. We were at the revolutionary base back then, and the local villagers made her some brown sugar water with egg. She said she couldn't finish it and gave me the other half of the bowl. Of course, I knew it wasn't that she was too full—she just couldn't bear to eat it all herself. I only had one sip before setting it aside to heat up for her again that night."
All it took was a single bowl of brown sugar water with egg to stir up so many memories for Gu Qingyu.
Upon seeing Gu Qingyu drink the drugged bowl of brown sugar water, Wang Yuan's heart pounded with excitement. She smiled and said, "Happy Moon Festival, everyone! Even though we're far from home, we should still celebrate it properly."
"Thank you," Gu Qingyu said. Once he had finished, he handed the bowl back to Wang Yuan.
