Shu Yan wrote down the numbers for both the grocery shop downstairs and her shop and had them memorized them.

“This is the number to the aunty at the grocery shop and this one is to Mommy’s shop. You must memorize them.” Shu Yan took a look at the oblivious Tianbao and twisted his ear. “Especially you. Have you committed it to your memories yet?”

“Yes, Mom,” said Tianbao as he covered up his little ear.

Shu Yan wouldn’t allow the two children to leave the house on their own so they didn’t even have anything warm to eat for lunch. Shu Yan made some tremella and date soup. Shimmering them in low heat, it’d be just about ready by the time the two of them wake up.

She visited the market on her way back and bought half a pork leg. Shu Yan was picking off the hair one by one with a tweezer, ran it through boiling water, and stir fried on high heat with salt, soy sauce, cooking wine, green onion, ginger, and garlic. Placing it into a pressure cooker, it would be ready in half an hour.

Feng Zeyu nodded and opened the car door for Shu Yan. “Where are you going back to?”

“Fujian Road. I didn’t return yesterday. I wonder if my two children have lunch yet.” Shu Yan took a look at the time. It was already 2 PM. She had planned to go home and make lunch for her kids.

“You are raising two children alone?” Feng Zeyu never looked into Shu Yan and did not know about her situation.

On their way to the hospital, the woman cried and said, “Duoduo is my life. His dad died in the war and he’s the only child we have. If Duoduo was gone, I’d have wronged the Wu’s. I’d have wronged his father…”

They hadn’t expected the child to be the son of a patriot. The two cops and Shu Yan were very touched.