The next day was Song Tingfan's thirteenth birthday. Lin Qiao got up early to cook boiled eggs and longevity noodles.
While she was busy in the kitchen, Song Tingfan came in with a comb, cautiously holding a bit of expectation. "Sister-in-law, Grandma said to ask you to do my hair."
Hearing this, Lin Qiao glanced at him. His hair was already gathered at the back of his head, just needing to be tied into a bun.
She understood the Song Qin family's intention, which was to say that she was part of this family.
She smiled and said, "Okay, little uncle, wait a moment, I'll wash my hands."
As she spoke, she washed her hands with water, dried them with a cloth, and then took the comb.
The kitchen was somewhat dusty, and she added, "Little uncle, let's go out to comb your hair."
Song Tingfan sat in the courtyard while Lin Qiao stood behind him, gently combing his hair down thirteen times.
