She once thought she would spend the rest of her life guarding the bakery and raising her daughter. He took his son and tried to rebuild a home among the ruins of life. An inadvertent food tweet made two parallel lines intersect. The smell of bread in Xingcheng Old Street healed his stomach and warmed his son's heart longing for maternal love. And his appearance made her know that the heart that had been strong for so long could be soft and dependent again. This is a story in which the daily warmth, the affection of companionship, and two families who met halfway are spliced together into a complete "home". I also commemorate a little angel and hope that the years in the story can fulfill his dream of a family.
Purpose: Healing