After the end of the charity party, Bei Yichen, as a representative, distributed Chongyang cakes to the elderly present.

He smiled and walked towards the old crowd, and handed each of the carefully packaged chongyang cakes to each old man with both hands.

His eyes are full of respect and love, every movement is extremely attentive, he pays attention to the needs of each elderly person, helps them understand how to eat, and talks to them cordially, asking them about their health and living conditions.

"Grandma, this is Chongyang cake, I hope you can like it." He said gently to an old man in a wheelchair.

He helped the old man unpack and explained that it was specially prepared to celebrate the Chung Yeung Festival.

The other elderly people present also stepped forward one after another to take the Chongyang cakes that were distributed.

Their faces were filled with smiles of joy and satisfaction, as if they had returned to their own youth.

Bei Yichen continued to distribute Chongyang cakes until all the old people got a copy.

He stood there watching them taste this sweet gift, his heart filled with satisfaction and joy, and he knew that his actions had brought endless warmth and joy to the old people on this special day.

As night fell, Bei Yichen left the scene with a deep sense of satisfaction.

He understands that he has completed an important mission - to convey the warmth and blessings of Chongyang cake in a loving and caring way.

In the car back, Bei Yichen thought about it, took out his mobile phone and made a call to Bei's mother.

Perhaps a little surprised to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

"Son, what's wrong, why did you call me all of a sudden, it's still so late, is something going on again?"

"Mom, Happy Chung Yeung Festival."

Bei Yichen said such a sentence a little cluelessly, and the other end of the phone was instantly stunned, and said with some astonishment: "I said, son, I am really happy that you can think of your mother, but your mother is also in her early forties, you wish me a happy Double Ninth Festival, what response do you think I should give you?"

Hearing her say that, Bei Yichen suddenly felt as if there was indeed some truth.

"Okay then, that's it, hang up."

"Don't don't, son, since you've made a phone call, let's talk about a few more dollars, my mother misses you."

Bei Yichen didn't know why, she couldn't stand her mother-in-law like a mother-in-law before, but this time her heart trembled.

"I miss you too, I'll go back after this movie is over."

Maybe Mother North never thought it would be like this, and it was not easy to hear such words from her son's mouth.

"Okay, when will you come back, Mom will make you something to eat."

After hanging up the phone, Bei Yichen leaned his head on the backrest, closed his eyes slightly, and wondered with some suspicion why he made such a call.

Chao Xuyang held the mobile phone in his hand and shook it at Bei Yichen in front of him.

There was a smug look in his eyes, as if he was showing off his discovery to Bei Yichen.

"Brother Chen, look, I just saw your live broadcast!" He shouted excitedly, his voice full of surprise and excitement.

Bei Yichen looked up at Chao Xuyang, there was no expression on his face, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He took Chao Xuyang's mobile phone and carefully looked at the live broadcast replay on it.

Bei Yichen was stunned, he looked at Chao Xuyang, and a warm current surged in his heart.

In the live broadcast screen at this time, there was a scene of him interacting with the audience. He had a warm smile on his face and a very kind tone. Looking at himself like this, Bei Yichen's heart swelled with confidence and courage.

"Brother Chen, I want to eat Chongyang cake, but you didn't even think about bringing one more piece out for me to taste."

"Why, you like this?"

"Well, of course, I've loved eating cakes since I was a kid."

Bei Yichen looked at him and smiled, and then said, "Okay, then let's go, take you."

Go buy it."

"Brother Chen, don't joke with me, okay, when is it now, still go buy it, where can I buy it? I didn't know there were still 24 Chongyang cake shops that had disappeared from business here."

Listening to the posture of Chao Xuyang's words, he didn't believe it at all.

Bei Yichen didn't pay attention to his thoughts, but asked the driver to drive the car to Ye Anli's hot pot restaurant where he went last time.

He asked and knew that in order to cater to the Double Ninth Festival, a lot of Double Yang cakes were made there.

Bei Yichen's car stopped steadily at the door of the hot pot restaurant, and a star flashing with warm service burned quickly under his sight.

His eyes moved from the car window to the door, and he saw a waiter little brother already waiting there, like a beautiful landscape, adding a bit of color to the night.

The little brother wore a delicate uniform, a passionate red that shone with professional enthusiasm and kindness.

His hair was cut short, looking smart and energetic, and a hat with small flowers was gently buttoned on his head, with a faint smile, which made people feel extremely comfortable and warm.

His eyes shone brightly, revealing a passion and dedication to service.

There is a smile on his lips, a polite welcome, a warm service to the customer.

Bei Yichen looked at the waiter's little brother, and he handed in a bag in his hand from the car window.

After thanking him, Bei Yichen's car left the hot pot restaurant.

"Oh, here you go."

Bei Yichen threw the bag in his hand towards Chao Xuyang.

As he held it in his hand, he felt a wave of warmth come out of the bag.

Chao Xuyang looked at the Chongyang cake in his hand, and his eyes showed deep emotion.

His gaze slowly slid over the pastry, as if remembering something.

His hands trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes glistened with tears, which was an emotional swing he had never felt before.

Bei Yichen looked at Chao Xuyang's appearance from the side, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He had never seen Chao Xuyang like this, he was so sunny in the past, but now he has become like this, and he still has an impulse to find out what the situation is.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Brother Chen, you don't know, as soon as I saw this chongyang cake, I thought of my grandmother."

Chao Xuyang looked at the exquisite chongyang cake, and couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in his heart.

This chongyang cake is like his grandmother's handiwork in his memory, and every layer of syrup is soaked in his grandmother's love for him.

He seemed to be back in that warm afternoon, his grandmother's kind smile was like a spring breeze, and the delicate little copper spoon in his hand scooped up a spoonful of cake and gently placed it in the palm of Chao Xuyang's palm.

The sweet syrup and fragrant pastries were like a reminder from his grandmother, sweet and warm.

And now, his grandmother is gone, but her love is like this chongyang cake, which will always remain in his heart.

Every time he tastes this chongyang cake, he thinks of his grandmother and the days when he was cared for by his grandmother.

Chao Xuyang picked up a piece of Chongyang cake and tasted it carefully, the sweet but not greasy taste, the warm but not blazing temperature, just like his grandmother's love for him, will remain unchanged for a long time.

His heart was full of gratitude and longing, thanks to his grandmother for leaving him such a beautiful memory, so that he could feel that deep love in the days to come.

Bei Yichen sat beside Chao Xuyang and quietly listened to him tell the story about his grandmother.

Those daily bits and pieces, those warm memories, made Bei Yichen seem to see the image of a kind old man, and his heart couldn't help but be moved.

He imagined Chao Xuyang's grandmother, the old man who was always wearing a wide floral skirt and holding a fan in her hand, smiling with a smile on her face.

Her voice is as soft as the wind, telling the stories of those ages, with the childhood memories and deep longing of Chao Xuyang.

Bei Yichen can feel Chaoxu

Yang's deep nostalgia for his grandmother and regret for his grandmother's death.

His heart was full of sympathy and understanding, and he understood that this feeling was indescribable, a deep affection, an emotional bond that could not be separated.

Chao Xuyang's narration made Bei Yichen see the beauty of human nature, and also made him cherish the people and things around him even more.

He thinks about the meaning of life and how we should love and cherish our family and friends.

Bei Yichen hesitated for a moment, looking at Chao Xuyang, with a trace of worry on his face. He knew that what Chao Xuyang needed now was not only food, but also his comfort and companionship.

"Chaoyang, you eat the Chongyang cake first," Bei Yichen said softly, trying to make his voice sound calm, without revealing a trace of anxiety. He pointed to the plate of freshly baked chongyang cakes, steaming hot and fragrant, "Hurry up and eat it, don't be cold and not delicious."

Chao Xuyang glanced up at him, with a hint of gratitude and helplessness in his eyes. He didn't speak, just silently picked up a piece of chongyang cake and put it in his mouth.

The pastry was soft and sweet, as if it could take away all worries and worries.

Bei Yichen looked at him quietly, his heart full of helplessness.

"Don't think too much," Bei Yichen said softly, "Look to the future, your grandmother wants you to be happy." His voice, though calm, was full of firmness and warmth. He knows that this is the support that Chao Xuyang needs now.

"Brother Chen, you are really good, I'm fine, but this cake is really delicious, much better than what I bought in the store before."

Bei Yichen didn't expect that he still had the heart to discuss with himself whether this pastry was delicious, and shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, just eat happy, eat more."

Chao Xuyang picked up a piece from the box and handed it to him and said, "Brother Chen, you can have a piece too, it's really delicious."

"No, I don't like to eat this sticky stuff, you can eat more of it yourself."

Bei Yichen involuntarily tilted his head back, with rejection written on his face.