In the evening, Feng Haidong brought his two children home and tidied up the house a bit.

My wife comes home every few days to clean, so the beds are always clean.

Feng Haidong took out the bedding his wife had put away and made up both beds in the house.

They also hung up the curtains that used to separate the three of them in the bedroom.

Yang Xiaoxi slept in her son's small bed at night, while Feng Haidong and his son slept in the big bed together.

Lying at home, listening to his two children's even breathing as they slept soundly, and looking at the ceiling above him, Feng Haidong was filled with countless thoughts.

Thinking back to his past life, he and his wife lived in this one-bedroom apartment with their two children until his son graduated from junior high school.

At that time, the old city renovation projects were in full swing across the country, and Feng Haidong's old house was also developed.

As a result, in order to make up the difference, Feng Haidong and his wife asked for money from others for the first time.

Even if there are four people in the family, they can only ask for a two-bedroom, one-living-room resettlement house.

Looking back now, Feng Haidong can't help but feel sorry for his wife and children.

At a time when he, as the head of the family, needed to work hard the most, he seemed somewhat self-destructive, simply working in a small, privately contracted factory.

Even if their wages were withheld, they didn't have the courage to confront their boss. Instead, they went home, drank, and wallowed in self-pity.

There were actually many opportunities, but Feng Haidong in his previous life didn't have the courage to take them.

Instead, they become the ones who cause all sorts of mental strain for their families.

No wonder that in her previous life, her son was unwilling to come home to visit her for many years afterward.

Reflecting on his past life and then on everything in this life, Feng Haidong felt that everything was so unreal.

A strange fear arose in his heart.

"If all of this is just a dream, what will happen when I wake up? Will I return to my past life? Will everything I've worked so hard for vanish into thin air?"

However, the inexplicable fear was only momentary, and Feng Haidong quickly dismissed the thought.

There's no need to think about those things. Just live in the moment and strive to make your family's life better.

Feng Haidong turned his head to look at his son again, and then looked at the curtain between the big bed and the small bed.

I thought of the little girl sleeping in the small bed behind the curtain.

Feng Haidong couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that his son and Yang Xiaoxi might develop a relationship in the future? Although Yang Xiaoxi is still young, she is quite pretty, especially with her two dimples that make her smile very cheerful. She should grow up to be a beautiful girl.

Feng Haidong tried hard to recall whether he had met Yang Xiaoxi in his previous life.

However, after recalling for a long time, Feng Haidong still couldn't remember what Yang Xiaoxi looked like when she grew up in his previous life.

It seems I haven't seen them again.

Thinking about it, it's not surprising.

After all, in his previous life, his own family was barely able to take care of itself, and he didn't have much interaction with Yang Chengjian's family.

Later, the company went bankrupt, and it seems that Yang Chengjian and his family went back to their hometown.

Looking at it this way, it's indeed unlikely that I would have seen Yang Xiaoxi grow up again in my past life.

Although Feng Haidong thought Yang Xiaoxi was a very nice girl and a well-behaved girl, he did not intend to interfere too much in his son's relationship with Yang Xiaoxi.

After all, the two children are still young.

The key point is that Feng Haidong discovered through observation that his son truly had no romantic feelings at all.

Feng Haidong felt that his son treated Yang Xiaoxi no differently than he treated his own sister.

Therefore, Feng Haidong felt that if his son wanted to develop feelings for Yang Xiaoxi, he would probably have to wait until his son was older.

Lost in thought, Feng Haidong gradually fell asleep without realizing it.

In the morning, Feng Haidong was woken up by his son.

When Feng Haidong got up, he was surprised to find that there was breakfast on the table in the living room.

Seeing the breakfast, Feng Haidong asked curiously, "Fanfan, did you buy all this?"

Feng Qifan said, "Xixi and I went to buy it together. When we left last night, my mother secretly gave me money so that I could buy breakfast with Xixi this morning."

Feng Haidong was somewhat surprised by his son's words.

I never expected my wife to have arranged breakfast for me.

Moreover, his wife guessed that he might not be able to get up in the morning.

So the wife gave the money to her son, and asked him to go with Yang Xiaoxi to buy breakfast.

Feng Haidong felt a surge of warmth in his heart; his wife truly cared for him.

Feng Haidong quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, then took the two children to eat breakfast together.

During the meal, Feng Haidong looked at his two children and asked with a smile, "When Dad isn't home, you stay at your grandparents' house. Does your grandma make your breakfast every morning?"

The lively Yang Xiaoxi immediately said, "Yes, Grandma makes lots of delicious food in the morning, and sometimes she asks Grandpa to buy some fried dough sticks."

Feng Qifan said, "Grandma would make steamed buns for us and also make wontons for us to eat."

Yang Xiaoxi added, "Grandma's cooking is excellent."

Feng Haidong said with a smile, "My maternal grandmother's family used to run a restaurant, so she learned all her cooking skills from her family when she was young. Her father was a famous chef back then."

Yang Xiaoxi was somewhat surprised: "Is it true? No wonder Grandma's cooking is so good."

Feng Qifan asked, "Dad, did you learn your skills from Grandma?"

Feng Haidong said with a smile, "I learned it from my grandmother."

In fact, some of Feng Haidong's skills were indeed learned from his mother-in-law in his previous life.

Feng Haidong added, "However, my father made some changes to my grandmother's cooking techniques, which is why the dishes in my father's restaurant are like that."

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