The golden sycamore leaves fell from the trees one by one, and in the warm cabin, beautiful and delicious home dishes were placed one by one.

At the dining table, Mu Nan sat on the bench, holding two chopsticks and poking at the braised pork in the bowl.

Sitting on the left was his mother, and sitting on the right was Gu Yu Ze. Mu Nan was sandwiched between the two, almost becoming a sandwich cookie.

It was as if Mu Nan had brought his ...