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He quietly withdrew his hand and turned around. Just like every night before, the two of them slept on the same bed with their backs to each other.

Chapter I

Song Beichuan's mention of his mother-in-law reminded Lin Xiaoqing of her parents. If all of this was not a dream, she thought, then would her parents still be alive on this timeline?

Cissy was playing with herself on the floor. She was staring at her daughter, lost in thought. In her original memory, her parents had died seven or eight years ago, and she wasn't sure how she felt about making that call.

She could almost imagine herself breaking down and crying at the sound of her mother's voice, and then her mother would ask, and how could she explain it? Could it be that they had been dead for several years in another dimension? Although the truth was right, she should have been sent to a mental hospital.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She thought that it was her mother-in-law, Huang Meiyu, who had come to answer the door.

As the door opened, Lin Xiaoqing was left in a daze as her mother-in-law who hadn't appeared for more than ten years was standing right in front of her.

In the past, she hated this woman so much that it would be best if she never saw her again. But now, she actually felt that she missed this face.

"Oh?" After blocking me outside for two months, your daughter-in-law is finally looking a little better? Or are you too lazy to deal with me now? " Huang Meiyu taunted him whenever she saw him.

Lin Xiaoqing seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly explained, "Ah, I didn't …"

However, the other party was not interested in what she was going to say. He took off his shoes and walked towards the door. When he saw his cute granddaughter, Huang Meiyu immediately put on a kind smile.

"Aiyo …" Why is Cissy still so cute! "Come on, let Grandma hug you." Lin Xiaoqing could only smile wryly at the vast difference in their attitudes.

In the past, she had always felt indignant and indignant. Her daughter was clearly her own child, but why did Huang Meiyu think of her as an enemy, yet love her so much? However, she didn't think so now.

Twenty years later, she thought, if there was a man who took over her giggles and wouldn't let her visit his daughter's house for a full two months, she would surely hate that bastard, too, wouldn't she? How could she not understand such a simple logic before?

"I say, you mom," Huang Meiyue hugged her granddaughter and suddenly turned around to look at her. She could not help but nag a little, "The floor is so cold, why are you making a child sit and play on it? In any case, what are you doing here? It had been over a year, but why did he still not understand how to take care of his children? Although it's been very hot recently, I can't be careless. "

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoqing did not get angry. She only smiled and said, "Alright, I will go to the supermarket one day to buy some cushions to cover the floor."

This response was too unusual. This daughter-in-law actually didn't ridicule or retort, shocking Huang Meiyue so much that her eyes widened and she didn't know what to say next. In the end, she simply pursed her lips and turned her head away, continuing to play with her granddaughter.

"Oh yeah, I made some soup yesterday. Does Mom want to try it?" Lin Xiaoqing suddenly suggested. Boiled soup? She? How was this possible? Huang Meiyue's reaction was similar to her son's.

She already knew that this wife wouldn't cook, so how could she cook any soup? But then again, this was the first time in two years that a daughter-in-law had served her so respectfully. She wanted to see what tricks this woman could pull.

"Fine, since I'm thirsty, let's drink a bowl."

"Then I'll go prepare." Lin Xiaoqing revealed a happy smile as she turned around and left for the kitchen. Her meek appearance made Huang Meiyue at a loss for a while.

Normally, they were always in a tense situation. The sudden harmonious atmosphere made her feel as if something was wrong. She couldn't even sit still.

Not long after, Lin Xiaoqing came out with a bowl of strange-looking food. Huang Meiyue frowned and looked at the bowl for a long time before realizing that it was filled with fruits.

"You cooked this?" She looked up at Lin Xiaoqing and thought to herself, "Can this thing be eaten?"

"Yeah, that's right." Lin Xiaoqing nodded.

She had thought it would be something like a red bean, snow ear, lotus seed, or something like that … But what she brought out was completely different.

Huang Meiyue took a sip. The soup had a strong fruity flavour, but it was quite sweet. Such a delicate taste was quite shocking to her. If she were to say that it was a dessert that had been packaged in a high-class restaurant, she would not have questioned it in the slightest.

But the question was, did his wife say she cooked it?

"Did you read the recipe?" Huang Meiyue looked up and asked.

Lin Xiaoqing's heart skipped a beat. If she said yes, her mother-in-law would definitely ask, "Can I borrow that recipe?" or "Which recipe? I'll go and have a look as well. "

So she thought for a while and said, "A friend taught me that I cooked it using my memory. It shouldn't be too bad, right?"

This answer was indeed a 'safe' card. Regardless of whether she believed it or not, Huang Meiyue did not continue asking. The two of them sat quietly at the table, facing each other without talking, while Sicily sat in the child's chair, babbling and playing with her toys.

After a while, Huang Meiyue was the first to break the silence, "How have you two been recently?"

Lin Xiaoqing paused for a moment, "What do you mean what do you think?"

Huang Meiyue rolled her eyes and snorted, "You still have the nerve to ask me?" I say, you guys are already a few years old, when are you going to lose your temper? "

Ah … It was about the Cold War. Lin Xiaoqing understood, and her face stiffened. She awkwardly smiled, but she didn't know how to reply.

"You and your wife should properly solve your own problems and not implicate your children," Huang Meiyue continued, "Look at Xishi, she is so lonely. I don't expect you to give Beichuan a son, but at least don't let Xishi have no siblings." This hint was clear enough.

Lin Xiaoqing bitterly smiled. How could she not want to as well? Helpless, she wasn't the only one who could give birth to a child, she also needed someone to cooperate with her! And thinking of the two of them, who, ever since their relationship had hardened into a cold war, had barely touched her, as though a transparent ice wall had been placed between them, how could such a couple have children?

"Hey, did you hear what I said?" Seeing that she didn't react at all, Huang Meiyue couldn't help but call out to her.

Only then did Lin Xiaoqing come back to her senses. "Yes, I'm listening." She unconsciously rubbed her forehead and said softly, a little troubled: "I will talk to Beichuan again about this matter."

But how? Although her previous life had been filled with all sorts of hardships, she was absolutely certain that she did not have any growth when it came to being pregnant and giving birth. She did not even know how to begin.