Good Luck:Dear,Come

As soon as I got home, the thought of food came to my nostrils.

"Wow, it smells good!"

Lin Xiaoqing took off her shoes and immediately exclaimed, "did mom cook it?"

"Of course," Song Beichuan followed, "as soon as she heard that you fainted, she immediately went to the vegetable market and bought a pile of things, saying that she wanted to cook a large table of good materials to make you healthy."

"Although it's a big table, my stomach can't hold it..." She touched her stomach with a wry smile.

"Oh! You're back at last. " Song's mother's voice suddenly came. She came out of the kitchen in an apron with a smile as bright as a blooming dog tail flower.

"Ma." Lin Xiaoqing called him.

"Come on, the dishes are all cooked. Eat while it's hot."

"I'm sorry to ask you so much..."

"Well, what's the courtesy?" Mother song stepped forward, enthusiastically took her hand and beat her in the dining room, "you can't taste what you eat. It's all my specialty!"

"Since it's mom's specialty, I can taste it carefully."

"Oh, compared with your cooking skills, I'm far from good."

The sword two women re Luo ground walked into the kitchen, song Beichuan immediately couldn't laugh or cry.

What's going on? How did he suddenly become air? If his memory is reliable, he was told by the doctor that chemotherapy is effective today, right? How come his mother doesn't seem to have such a thing? "

" by the way, what about Sisi? " He asked.

"She's very good. She's playing with building blocks in her room," she said. Mother song took off her apron. "You eat first. I'll take her out."

"It doesn't matter. I'll just come and talk to you." He smiles, turns and goes straight to his daughter's room.

When he opened the door, he saw his lovely daughter sitting on the ground playing. At that moment, his heart suddenly felt a touch beyond words.

In just one year, the atmosphere at home is very different. When he came back from work every night, he was faced with a room full of silence, no laughter, no warmth. His wife looked at him with hatred, while her daughter looked at him with strange eyes.

At that time, he was really in pain, but he didn't know how to solve the pain. He could only get drunk every night and live a day by day

"Baba?" His daughter's tender cry brought him back to God.

"Well?" He spread a soft smile, bent down to pick up his daughter, "cooked a lot of delicious food, do you want to eat?"

"Yes! "The West wants the seven." Song Nanxi nodded and said indistinctly.

"Well, Xixi has to eat a lot today. She has to be very full." As he said this, he turned out the light in the room and took his daughter to the kitchen.

At the dinner table, Lin Xiaoqing talked about the fun of today's competition, which made the whole family laugh.

"This catering group, called kapukong, is said to have done video games before. Although it failed to survive the economic downturn and turned into a catering group, it has always had the intention to return to the game software industry," Song Beichuan chuckled for a while, and then said, "wife, maybe the protagonist of their new game is to use you to draw materials!"

"What a mess?" She brought food to Xixi and song's mother and complained: "cooking is a common thing. I don't know how to make food with monsters that don't exist..."

"Don't you have a point?"

"That's bullshit," she said with a smile. "The topic is bullshit, and my answer is bullshit. It's a draw."

After dinner, Lin Xiaoqing took out the sweet stuffing prepared the night before from the refrigerator. Four people just gathered around the table and made a bunch of moon cakes with crooked melons and cracked dates.

The appearance of moon cakes It's bad, but it's the best moon cake he's ever eaten in his life.

She once doubted, puzzled, whether that unbearable life was just a long and stinky nightmare? But when I think about it, the dream may be very long, but the cooking skill will not fall from the sky.

Maybe God really heard her confession? Will let her come back to life after death, although it is back more than ten years ago.

But that's good, isn't it?

Looking at the clock until half past ten, she decided not to go to sleep before the end of the evening. She was afraid that the dream would be broken when she went to sleep.

Once again, she finally learned to be satisfied, to cherish and to pay. She finally knew that the people who really loved her were always around.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously glanced at her dear husband, who was grinning and instructing her daughter how to make a round sweet stuffing.

She didn't feel that she raised her mouth. This was the sweetness she wanted. If Beichuan could recover, then she would have nothing to lack.

Looking at the door that has been almost sealed in her memory, Lin Xiaoqing seems pinched and nervous.

"What are you doing?" Song Beichuan stops the car and leads his daughter to follow him. However, he sees her in front of the door, agitated as if she is hairy.His voice brought her back to her soul, and she was obviously startled.

"Well, no..." She shook her head in a daze.

"Are you fighting with your mother again?"

Only when she can't hold her face down, but she has to put down her body, can she show such a posture, but today's symptoms seem to be getting worse?

After a while, Lin Xiaoqing looked at him thoughtfully.

"Or do you want to come another day?" Look at her, he suggested.

"No, No. That's good. I just It's just Well, forget it She gave up struggling, anyway, when the boat reached the bridge, it would be straight.

When she thought of this, she pressed the doorbell like she had no choice, and then looked like she was waiting for the time bomb to explode, which made song Beichuan laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" She gave him a hard look.

"Who makes you look too proud..."

The door was opened at this time, and song Beichuan immediately swallowed the back word.

Lin Xiaoqing's mother stood behind the door, surprised, "eh? Why did you come back all of a sudden? "

Lin's mother looked surprised and happy. She quickly stepped back and let them in. "If you want to come back, you don't have to call first. There's nothing good at home to entertain you."

But Lin Xiaoqing was frozen there, as if time and space condensed with her.

Originally, she thought things could be easy. She thought she could smile and say hello. Then she stepped in the door. Just like before, she sat in the living room and talked about each other's situation, neighbors and the recent development of Beichuan's career. She and herself even participated in the cooking competition and passed the test all the way But she can't.

Like a child, she burst into tears, scaring the other two people at the scene.

"You, why do you cry all of a sudden?" Lin's mother stared at her daughter in amazement.

"Ma!"

A lunge forward, Lin Xiaoqing hand tightly embrace his mother, heart is full of remorse.

She remembered that she had never loved her parents well in her life, but they loved her all her life.

She remembered that she always thought they were nagging and eventful. When she was happy, she would never want to come back to see them. She would only come back home when she was injured and needed support.

She also remembered how regretful she was at her parents' funeral They died almost at the same time. Their father died of acute renal failure, and then their mother died of heartbreak, and soon she died of a heart attack.

Before the sadness of her father's death subsided, her mother went with her. She didn't even have the chance to remedy her fault.

"Well, dear Don't cry. What can I do for you Lin Mu gently touched her head and cast a confused look at Song Beichuan.

Song Beichuan just shrugged, "probably because of the fatigue of the recent competition, the mood is more unstable?"

"The game?" Lin Mu was stunned, "what competition Wait, what are you talking about? "

He told Lin Xiaoqing that he was going to take part in the second round of the competition on Wednesday

Lin's mother said with surprise and joy, "I can't imagine that you, who have never been in the kitchen, should take part in any cooking competition, and you won't be eliminated as soon as you go up? Oh, by the way, what are you still standing for? Why don't you come in and sit down? "

After entering the door, Lin Xiaoqing took out a carton from her bag and gave it to her mother, "this is my moon cake. It's delicious!"

"You?" Lin Mu frowned suspiciously, "can you still make moon cakes?"

"Mm-hmm!" She nodded her head upside down, deliberately showing pride.

"He can do a lot of things now," Song Beichuan interjected. "He even won great face for our company."

"Well? My lady gaga Lin Mu exclaimed, "who are you? Are you really my daughter? "

Song Beichuan stopped, lowered his voice, and said with a smile in his mother-in-law's ear, "in fact, I suspected that she was not my wife, but an alien living in her body."

"I hear you She widened her eyes, gave him a white look, gave a warning in a coquettish way, but in the next second she burst out laughing again.

Looking at the loved ones and relatives in front of her, Lin Xiaoqing feels very grateful. From now on, she will never let the loved ones feel sad again. She was taken care of by them in her last life, and she will protect them in her reborn life.

"Wife, I seldom see you buy clothes recently," Song Beichuan said in the car on the way back: "although the family is not rich now, it's not so far that you can't afford clothes. You have to dress up, otherwise when you choose the top ten, you will be looked down upon by others."

"Oh, husband, do you dislike that people can get into the kitchen but not get out of the palace?" She was very keen on buying clothes and dressing up in her last life, but after two lives, she has changed. Now she can't afford to lose her enthusiasm, because she has opened the genetic lock in this life and is heading for the new world Er, it seems that I've passed. Anyway, I'm a homegirl who focuses on home.