Tang Yiyi had no idea what sweet dream her precious son had during his nap or what he talked about in his sleep. Not even Tang Yuan himself knew. He was so young; how could he remember all his dreams? After waking up, the only thing left in his little mind was a blurry but tall figure that made Tang Yuan feel particularly, particularly warm and familiar.
Pudding, on the other hand, heard it all loud and clear. It was hesitating about whether to tell Tang Yiyi, but when it walked into the kitchen and saw Tang Yiyi handling Red Refining Snake meat, it got so excited that it completely forgot about the whole thing.
