Two tables were finally pieced together. Nianyu ordered what he liked to eat, and he ate it himself. Mu Rongyu did not miss that most of the things he liked to eat were what he liked to eat. He really doubted that his mother would be the same person six years ago.

"Nianyu, why don't you eat celery?" Mu Qianqing asked as she looked at the celery on the Nianyu plate.

"Don't like it, Mommy don't make me eat it."

Mommy? Mu Rongyu can't understand. Just now, she was called Aunt Mu Qianqing. Now she is called Mommy. Mu Qianqing is married. Is Nianyu her son?

Mu Rongyu asked Mu...