The ninth year of Great Xia, the fifth day of the eighth month, shortly after nightfall.
Inner City, Xiang Mansion
"Alright, alright, just preparing some offerings, nothing too big. I don't need your help; the kitchen is full of smoke. Don't let it choke Chong'er, out, out."
"Yeah, big brother, go, go, don't interrupt me and sister-in-law doing work."
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
Xiang Liang, holding his two-month-old son, had just stepped into the kitchen for a moment before his wife, Wang Yuxiu, and his sister, Xiang Rong, shooed him out.
He wasn't annoyed, looking down at his son in his arms, who was staring up at him with wide eyes, seemingly curiously observing him. This adorable look made him burst into laughter, rubbing his face against his son's little nose.
