The world's most sassy sweet wife

He Dechang took a piece of fish into his mouth, chewed it twice and burst into tears.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Yu Ziqing only knew that He Xuanchen was obsessed with braised fish, but he didn't know that the whole He family was like this.

He Xuanchen looked calm, and said in a low voice: "Let them digest their emotions."

He Kun, He Dechang, and He Yunhua all ate the braised fish from CDs in a short while.

This operation straightened the eyes of the three children.

Are you so hungry?
You won't endure a day without eating for this meal, will you?

They finally calmed down after the braised fish was eaten up.

He Kun put down his chopsticks and sighed: "When my daughter-in-law married into the He family, she suffered a lot of grievances."

He Dechang wiped away his tears and said, "I am sorry for the child's mother."

He Yunhua asked again: "Xuan Chen, did you do this?"

She has been trying to make this fish dish, but has never been successful.

Her original intention was to let her younger brother get close to her, but she always missed this taste in her heart.

Almost every time.

She thought that she would never be able to eat it again in this life, and she would never find the taste of her mother again.

Her eyes were red, and she took a few deep breaths to hold back the tears.

He Xuanchen said proudly: "My wife did it."

He Yunhua looked at Yu Ziqing in shock, and exclaimed, "How is that possible?"

How did she restore this taste?
No matter how superb her cooking skills are, it is impossible to restore 100%, because she must have never eaten the dishes made by her mother!

He Dechang cried even harder: "Daughter-in-law, I knew you could do it."

He Yunhua looked at his father: "You gave her the recipe?"

He Dechang wiped his tears and said: "After your mother passed away, I didn't know what I missed, but it was too late. Later, Ziqing married into our family. I was afraid that she would follow your mother's old path, so I had the idea of ​​giving it a try. , let her learn how to cook this fish."

Yu Ziqing and He Xuanchen looked at each other, it turned out that was the case.

He Dechang laughed through his tears, and said, "The two of you have such a good relationship, is it because of this fish?"

Yu Ziqing wanted to say no.

Back then, she had cooked it so many times at Yulinshan Villa, but He Xuanchen never ate a single bite.

At that time, the man didn't believe that she could restore this taste at all.

He Yunhua was surprised: "How can you make this taste? Have you ever eaten it?"

She has eaten it so many times since she was a child, and she also has her mother's recipe in her hand, but she can't make it at all.

Yu Ziqing is also quite strange, this is easy to do, there is no need to be so shocked.

"Never eaten," she said.

He Yunhua's beautiful eyes widened, staring at her in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Yu Ziqing did what she had never done.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone got off the table, some went to play, and some went to rest.

He Dechang played wildly with his grandchildren again, and even took pictures of them, as if he became a family photographer.

He Kun went to the study, and with the help of the housekeeper, he was answering video calls for New Year's greetings.

He Yunhua stood at the window of his room, watching his younger brother and Yu Ziqing walking downstairs holding hands.

When she was young, she thought her brother was missing and would never come back, so she forced herself to be strong, and she lost her little girl side long ago.

Even if you meet the love of your life, you will only get another level of spiritual satisfaction.

What was lost in childhood can never be found again.

For so many years, she also missed her mother and her taste.

The taste of braised fish is also what she has been looking for.

My mother is beautiful and gentle, never loses her temper, and always shows an optimistic and positive side no matter what happens.

Even when encountering things that are unfair to her, she accepts them completely, and never becomes hysterical or emotionally broken...

He Xuanchen took Yu Ziqing's hand and walked on the path of the old house.

The path has been cleaned by workers more than a dozen times, and now it is snowing again.

Yu Ziqing silently listened to He Xuanchen talking about his childhood and his mother's past.

The marriage between He's mother and He Dechang was a marriage of a wealthy family, with no love and no bloody plot.

The two had children after they got married, but He Dechang ignored his family and ran outside all day long.

Although there is no shortage of helpers in the family, a married woman cannot see her husband all day long, and her two children are as if they have no father.

He Kun is a decisive person, because his son He Dechang did not live up to expectations, so he poured all his hopes on the two dolls.

Mother He watched helplessly as the two children were forced to learn all kinds of knowledge every day, unable to stop or interfere. Apart from cooking for the children and occasionally secretly taking them out for a while, she couldn't do much more.

Then one day, a dish of braised fish in brown sauce attracted the stomachs of the two father and son, He Kun and He Dechang, and they gradually became willing to go home for dinner.

But it was limited to this, they were only attracted by this bite of food.

He Mu has a gentle personality and is not overbearing.

Such a daughter-in-law does not act like a demon, to He Kun, she is quite satisfied.

To He Dechang, such a wife is boring and nothing new and exciting.

No one's soul is numb, they just shut their truest selves deep in their souls, and they will express themselves in another way after a long time.

He's mother's illness was already at an advanced stage when she was discovered.

The He family is willing to treat her at all costs, but no matter how much money there is, no matter how advanced the medical technology is, it will be too late.

Yu Ziqing's fingers penetrated into the man's slender fingers, interlocking his fingers, giving him silent comfort.

He Xuanchen stared at her and said with a smile: "My original intention of establishing the Yongbao Research Institute was also because of my mother's illness, and I wanted to make up for this regret in another way."

Yu Ziqing said softly, "You did a good job."

He Xuanchen asked: "It's a beautiful day, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Yu Ziqing blinked: "Say what?"

He Xuanchen said, "Tell me what I want to hear."

Yu Ziqing looked away: "I don't know what you want to hear."

He Xuanchen said disappointedly: "Those who celebrate the new year don't treat me any better."

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "Go back to the house, it's time to make dumplings."

When making dumplings, the whole family ran over to join in the fun.

He Dechang said: "I heard that other people's homes will watch the Spring Festival Gala while making dumplings at this time."

He Kun said: "Then turn on the TV."

Just at this time, the Spring Festival Gala officially began.

First, the large-scale singing and dancing began, and then several famous hosts stood in the center of the stage in festive costumes. Everyone had the brightest smiles on their faces and said the best congratulations.

After watching it for a while, everyone stopped paying attention and regarded the TV as the background sound.

He Dechang took the dumpling wrappers rolled out by his son and asked, "How are you wrapping them?"

He Kun couldn't help wanting to curse again, but after thinking about it, he held back.

New Year's Eve, I don't want to make myself angry.

But this son is really trash.

He Dechang watched as his father also took out a dumpling wrapper, skillfully placed the celery stuffing, clasped his hands together, pressed his thumbs together, and the dumpling was wrapped.

He Dechang was shocked and said: "Dad, can you still make dumplings? You can do it in one go."

He Kun snorted: "You think I look like you?"

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