Du Xiping was eager to take Ding Rongrong to visit his new studio, but Ding Rongrong refused again.

Although he was disappointed, he obediently sent Ding Rongrong back to Mama Ding's restaurant.

Little Ding Dang couldn't see his mother in the past two days, and he felt very uneasy. When Ding Rongrong came back from work, he hugged her like a small octopus, and refused to release herfrom embrace.

Mama Ding's vegetarian restaurant was called Bixin Restaurant. Mama Ding's name was Ding Biyao. She took the middle character “Bi” as part of the restaurant’s name, which also had the meaning of "green and healthy". “Xin” naturally meant "the good smell of the dishes spreading far and wide".

Located on the Houjing Street, the restaurant was a two-storied building. The restaurant was clean and plain, because Mama Ding did not like fancy decorations.

Ding Rongrong loved her mother's restaurant. This was her other home. She spent most of her childhood and adolescence in this restaurant. When she was a child, she always came here first after school. Mother Ding cleaned a table for her, on which she ate the snacks made for her by her Uncle Fatty while doing her homework.

Uncle Fatty was called Zhao Youtong. He used to work with Mama Ding. When they were young, having children out of wedlock was a sensational thing. After Mama Ding gave birth to Ding Rongrong, she couldn't stay to her position any longer and had to resign.

In those days, it was very difficult for a young unmarried mother to bring along a child whose father was unknown.

Later, Zhao Youtong, who had worked with Mama Ding, came and said that he was tired of those people who were plotting against each other in the workplace. Instead of wasting time and effort to earn a small salary, it was better for them to work together and start a restaurant business.

Mother Ding was worried about her livelihood at that time, and she naturally agreed. So she had this Bixin Vegetarian Restaurant.

It had been 22 years since the restaurant opened. Relying on this restaurant, Mother finally brought up Ding Rongrong.

After Ding Rongrong grew up, she finally understood what Uncle Fatty was thinking. Actually, he always loves Mama Ding. However, when he was young, he didn't dare to say it. The longer it took, the harder he could express himself.

As long as you looked at Ding Rongrong, you would know how beautiful Mother Ding was when she was young. Uncle Fatty, however, was a short, fat man with a Maitreya-like build. Even his eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled, making him look like a Buddha.

The gap in appearance made Uncle Fatty humble in front of Mama Ding. He must have thought that he aimed at the moon, so he always paid sincere for Mother Ding silently.

Uncle Fatty was alone, so he treated Ding Rongrong as his daughter. As long as Ding Rongrong came to the restaurant, he would make all kinds of dishes that she loved, just to hear Ding Rongrong said, "In the whole world, only the dishes cooked by Uncle Fatty are most suitable for my taste …"

Today, because Du Xiping was here, Uncle Fatty even made the specialty called “odd eggplant”. Because this young man had been here before, Uncle Fatty thought that Ding Rongrong would definitely be happy to marry him, given that he was tall, handsome, and also looked a good person.

After dinner, Mama Ding and Uncle Fatty tidied up and closed the restaurant. Ding Rongrong pushed Ding Dang's stroller and walked out of the restaurant with Du Xi Ping to the fountain music square.

When walking down a narrow road in the shade of trees, Du Xiping suddenly hugged Ding Rong from behind under the dim yellow light.

Ding Rongrong was stiff, but she did not move.

"Rongrong…" Du Xiping kissed her lightly on the neck and found that she did not refuse. He was very encouraged and immediately straightened Ding Rongrong's body. He held her face and was about to kiss her.

His movements were too sudden, and Ding Rongrong was about to be kissed.

At this time, a tender voice came from the stroller, "Mom …"

They saw Ding Dang looking up at them in the strange and awkward postures with curiosity.

Ding Rongrong took the opportunity to leave Du Xiping's grasp and crouched down to kiss her son's forehead. "What's wrong baby? Are you sleepy?"

Little Ding Dang shook his little fat hand and said, "hmmmm…"

"You sleepy little slug! You're going to sleep again! Then let's go home." Ding Rongrong pinched her son's fleshy chin dotingly, stood up and pushed the stroller. She turned around and said to Du Xiping, "I'm going home. Your car is over there. No bother to send me home."

Du Xiping's heart was burning with a small flame, but he could only watch Ding Rongrong walking away with her son, sighing deeply.