Yu Xiuqin was a bit expectant today, so she took a shower at the factory before heading home. Going home would be too inconvenient.
When she got home, the family was already preparing the fire, and Mom and Aunt had already made dinner.
Sauerkraut soup and flatbread. The family sat together to eat.
The two older women didn't say much anymore.
Everything depends on fate. Forced things aren't sweet.
After dinner, the family walked to Yang Zhiqiang's house. They didn't say much on the street; it wasn't convenient.
Yang Zhiqiang and his son had already had dinner, having bought buns from the cafeteria with sauerkraut soup, the sauerkraut brought from home by Mom.
Sometimes, Yang Zhiqiang felt that no matter how old you are, having a mom is true happiness.
He heard a knock on the door and went to open it.
"Auntie, come on in." He immediately noticed the woman in the middle, still with two big braids. Her head was lowered, so he couldn't see her face clearly.
