When the sun rose, Chen Si woke up in a daze.

The moment she woke up, Chen Si only saw Xuanping.

It was too strange. Chen Si felt like she had the same dream as last night. She dreamed of her son again.

Her son was so gentle, his voice was soft and sweet, as if he was comforting her and caring about her...

However, when she woke up, she didn't see her son, and she had no idea what he looked like.

Maybe, he looks more like Jiang Heng.

If Chen Si missed her son, she could only rely on her fragmented memories of Jiang Heng to piece together his appearance and make a rough guess.

Perhaps, if his son is as tall and handsome as Jiang Heng, there will be many women who admire him, just like Jiang Heng did back then.

However, Chen Si only hopes that her son will be happy and have a good woman who loves him deeply and takes care of him...

"Sister Jing, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable? Would you like some water?"

Suddenly, Xuan Ping's voice pulled Chen Si back from her past memories and imaginations. Reflexively, Chen Si was slightly startled.

"Thank you, Ping. Let me have some water."

"Does the wound from the surgery still hurt?"

After drinking the water, Chen Si said, "It still hurts, but I can bear it. Thank you for your hard work last night."

"The food in the hospital isn't that good. My wife made some porridge and brought it over. You can have some later. Oh, and I also made you some wonton noodles."

Chen Si hadn't eaten wontons for many years. When she mentioned wontons, she vaguely recalled her previous life in Shencheng.

If she hadn't gone to Shencheng to work, she wouldn't have met Jiang Heng, wouldn't have fallen in love with him, and wouldn't have suffered all that pain...

But fate was so coincidental that she was originally going to Hengcheng, but she took the wrong bus and went to Shencheng.

Moreover, she just left the station when she ran into Jiang Heng.

Unexpectedly, they were destined to be together and even had a son, but the result was not as expected, and all she got was pain and sadness for most of her life.

Speaking of wontons, Chen Si felt inexplicably melancholy and sad, but also a little familiar, and it was not a pleasant experience to stir them.

Seeing that Sister Jing (Chen Si) didn't say anything and didn't respond, Xuan Ping asked quietly, "Sister Jing, don't you like wonton noodles? Otherwise, I'll ask Lao Xuan to buy some buns."

Chen Si immediately shook her head. "No, I like it. I just feel like it's too much trouble for you. By the way, why haven't I heard your husband Xuan mention that he can make wontons?"

After she finished speaking, Chen Si also observed Xuan Ping vigilantly.

Xuan Ping smiled faintly and said calmly, "My husband, Xuan, used to learn to cook and worked in a hotel kitchen for a while. He learned how to cook, but the taste is average, so I don't dare to show it off. I hope you don't mind."

Chen Si also smiled. "I won't mind it. It's sure to be delicious. I also received your kindness. It really warms my heart."

After fetching water for Sister Jing to wash, Xuanping gave Sister Jing some wonton noodles to eat.

After leaving Shencheng that year, Chen Si never ate wontons again. Now that she ate them, she felt mixed emotions.

My nose felt inexplicably sour and tears gathered quietly in my eyes.

At this time, she also missed her son very much.

When Jiang Yu was about one year old, he would have a fever and not want to eat, so she would usually cook wontons for him.

The little guy likes to eat wontons and also likes the chive dumplings she makes.

There are many old shops selling wontons in Shanghai, and they are easy to buy. When she left the Jiang family, she only left the recipe for making chive dumplings.