"Mom, I don't want to get married—I just want to stay by your side for my whole life."
Xu Nianhua said coquettishly, "Let's talk to big brother again. Maybe, who knows, he'll be willing to marry."
Ji Ying smiled, didn't say anything more. The son born from her own belly—she knew him best. Nianji, probably, never wanted to get married for his whole life. He always felt he owed Zhou He, thought he ruined Zhou He's life.
If he hadn't delayed the engagement, Zhou He would've entered the Xu Family's doors long ago, and that accident wouldn't have happened.
"Today your brother's coming home. Let's make dumplings." Ji Ying remembered there was still a bit of flour left, and today Xu Nianhua had bought two jin of pork belly—no point letting it go to waste.
"Alright."
Xu Nianhua helped Ji Ying make dumplings. Mother and daughter chatted as they worked, the mood just right.
