That moment.

The sunlight falling on Jiang Nian seemed to shine on her shoulder.

There’s more to it than that.

When Song Yingying looked at Jiang Nian, she always had a sense of familiarity.

It was as if she had known her in her previous life.

Even in her mind, another voice emerged.

[“Yingying, there are still many delicious foods. Let’s go eat together next time…”]

That was still Jiang Nian's voice.

But these were words Jiang Nian had never said to her before.

But why did it appear in her mind?

Could it be that the instant noodles were so delicious that she was hallucinating?

Song Yingying was puzzled and didn't take a step for a long time.

Aside.

Zhao Xiaobei looked at Song Yingying several times and saw that she was stunned and motionless. The little boy was a little worried and nervous, with his lips tightly pursed.

But he dared not speak out.

He carefully walked past Song Yingying and headed towards a table at the back.

On the table, there was a military kettle left by Zhao Weidong.

Zhao Xiaobei didn't go to the water tank to drink water all day, he just relied on the kettle.

He put the Big Rabbit Toffees into his shirt pocket, then reached for the kettle and tried to open the lid.

But for a moment he forgot that both of his hands were bandaged.

His fingers are no longer as nimble as they once were.

As soon as the lid of the kettle was opened, one of them lost his grip and it fell onto the table.

Boom!

Zhao Xiaobei looked over in panic.

The sudden noise woke Song Yingying up.

Song Yingying came back to her senses from her trance and met the little boy's frightened eyes and the open kettle.

She immediately understood what was going on.

At 10:00.

What Jiang Nian had just said reappeared in Song Yingying's mind.

Song Yingying secretly clenched her palms.

This time, she made up her mind.

Song Yingying looked at Zhao Xiaobei, the little boy who was legally her son, and asked him.

"Can you make a fire?"

Zhao Xiaobei was stunned at first, then nodded.

Children from poor families have to grow up early. Children aged six or seven can do more than Song Yingying.

Song Yingying asked again, "Where's the stove? Do you know how to use it?"

Zhao Xiaobei nodded again, "Yes, I will."

"That's good. You teach me how to make a fire and how to use the stove. Come with me."

Say this.

Song Yingying went into the kitchen in the back room for the first time.

She also took the first step in her married life.

Maybe it’s just like Jiang Nian said, don’t be afraid, the days to come will get better and better.

Zhao Xiaobei didn't expect Song Yingying to take the initiative to talk to him, and he didn't expect that she would actually learn how to make a fire from him.

He stood there for a while, then heard a noise in the kitchen and rushed in quickly.

That evening.

When the aroma of food filled every household in the family compound.

Jiang Nian finally heard the sound coming from the next door room and saw smoke coming out of the chimney.

She finally felt relieved.

——