The daughter who had been married off for several years, with her son and daughter already in their teens, was receiving such treatment from her family for the first time.
Not only did they wait specifically for them to eat, but they also prepared such a sumptuous meal, causing Gu Chunxia's eyes to turn red.
Zhao JianShe quietly tugged at Gu Chunxia's clothing in private.
Experiencing such warmth for the first time, and seeing his wife's teary eyes, Zhao JianShe felt uncomfortable in his heart too.
Accompanying Gu Chunxia to her parents' home on the second day of each year was probably the hardest day of the year for him. But because she had married far away, it was the only chance she had to return home each year. Even though he faced indifference at the Gu Family, he would still accompany her back.
"Mom, have a piece of chicken; the dishes Lingling cooked are really delicious," said nineteen-year-old Zhao Jingmiao with a smile.
