After the family went to bed that night, the couple discussed the wedding banquet with Zhao Huanhuan.

Remembering that Lin Yuan might not be able to attend the homecoming banquet because of a telegram from the military, Zhao Huanhuan thought for a moment and said, "Dad, Mom, he is still an active-duty soldier. What if he receives an urgent telegram from the military when we get married, requiring him to go back on a mission? The wedding might not be able to take place!"

She felt she should give her parents a heads-up, hoping that if something like this really happened, they wouldn't be too disappointed.

Zhang Jinhua and Zhao Fugui exchanged a glance and nodded. "Yes, we should also consider this possibility."

"Will our family's wedding banquet still proceed?" Zhao Huanhuan asked.

She secretly hoped the matter wouldn't be taken, so her parents wouldn't lose face in front of relatives and friends.

The couple had only raised this one daughter, and if she were to have a lifelong regret because of this once-in-a-lifetime event, she felt she might feel guilty towards her parents for the rest of her life.

“Let’s do it. In case Xiaolin really has a mission, it’s the same if you come back. You haven’t seen your relatives in a long time. It would be good to see them and let them know that you’re married,” Zhang Jinhua said after thinking for a moment.

Zhao Huanhuan thought about it and decided that since her parents thought this way, she could only agree. It wouldn't be a problem for her to come back alone.

When Zhao Huanhuan woke up the next day, her parents had already gone to work, just like before.

After getting up, she changed her clothes in the bedroom and then went to the bathroom.

When Zhao Huanhuan came out of the bedroom, she saw Lin Yuan busy in the kitchen.

Seeing her come out, he also came out, carrying a teacup. "Have some hot water first. We'll eat in a bit. I made some porridge and just went to buy some steamed buns."

"What time did you get up?" Zhao Huanhuan asked him in surprise, then took the water and drank it; the temperature was just right.

"Around seven o'clock, I got up when my uncle and aunt got up." He smiled.

The two elders said they would go out for fried dough sticks and soy milk before going to work, so he cooked some porridge. Thinking about Zhao Huanhuan's situation, he figured she probably didn't want to go out today, so he also bought some steamed buns.

"Thank you, I'm going to the restroom now!" After finishing her drink, Zhao Huanhuan handed him the teacup, turned around and ran quickly outside. She could already feel the surge of her period.

The original owner's constitution seems to be okay. Yesterday, the pain only lasted for a short while. Even after the ordeal of saving someone, the stomach pain did not return. The pain did not return today either, but the amount seems a bit excessive.

When Zhao Huanhuan returned about ten minutes later, Lin Yuan had already put breakfast on the table.

After washing up, Zhao Huanhuan came over and sat at the table, smiling as she looked at Lin Yuan. "Did Uncle Lin used to help Aunt Chu cook?"

Lin Yuan nodded. "Dad's work used to be harder and more arduous, and Mom wouldn't let him do it when he got home. But there were always a few days each month when I came home from school and I would see Dad cooking. I didn't understand it at first, but I gradually remembered the routine. Dad would cook for a few days each month, and Mom would lie down and rest, or make shoes for us. I was young then, and I wondered what illness Mom had, but she didn't seem like a patient."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he smiled helplessly. Boys are really slow to understand these things. If Huanhuan hadn't mentioned it yesterday, he wouldn't have remembered that his parents had this kind of relationship before because his mother was unwell during those few days each month.

Zhao Huanhuan smiled after hearing this, "Thank you for understanding."

Lin Yuan placed the porridge in front of her and, seeing its dark red color, asked in surprise, "You put brown sugar in the porridge?"

"Well, I asked your aunt, and she said you can put a little bit in the porridge. You can eat the buns first and drink the porridge last." After Lin Yuan finished speaking, she also felt that her combination was a bit strange, sweet porridge with meat buns.

"Thank you!" Zhao Huanhuan lowered her head and ate her steamed bun.

Hearing her say thank you, Lin Yuan gave a wry smile, sat down, and started eating as well.

Take it slow. One day, she'll consider me family.

In the afternoon, when Lin Yuan returned from retrieving the photos, he was carrying a cloth bag filled with many things. However, he did not tell Zhao Huanhuan what he had bought and took it directly into Zhao Huanhuan's bedroom.

Zhao Huanhuan was too embarrassed to ask him what he had bought, nor did she look through his things.

When Lin Yuan arrived that day, he only carried a shoulder bag. Over the past few days, he has accumulated more and more things, and he has placed more and more items on the small table by the window in Zhao Huanhuan's bedroom.

When Zhao Huanhuan went in, she only glanced at the other side out of curiosity, but out of respect for him, she did not secretly look behind his back.

When Zhao Fugui and Zhang Jinhua returned, they saw the photo of the two of them and liked it more and more. So they asked Zhao Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, can we keep a photo of you and Xiaolin for the family?"

Zhao Huanhuan generously handed over one, "Hmm, sure, I already prepared one for you guys."

The couple treasured the photo of their daughter and son-in-law, looking at it for a while in turn. Then they went over and took down the large photo frame on the left side of the living room wall. They carefully pulled out the nails from the back, removed the backing, and placed the photo in the lower left corner of the glass mirror. Only then did they carefully put the backing back on and carefully put the nails back in.

After the large photo frame was hung on the wall, the Zhao couple stood silently to the side, looking at the photo in the frame.

Lin Yuan and Zhao Huanhuan also came over and stood next to the two. Zhang Jinhua looked at it for a while and pointed to a photo of a little girl of about ten years old holding a big watermelon and said, "Huanhuan, do you still remember this photo? When you were in the summer of your third grade, you went back to your grandma's house. At that time, the village organized the members to take photos, and they took one of you too. I remember your grandma said that you were holding this watermelon and wouldn't let go, so in the end they could only take a photo of you holding the watermelon."

Zhao Huanhuan chuckled softly and watched quietly.

The original owner must remember, but she had no memory of that incident and couldn't lie to her mother, so she didn't dare to respond and only smiled in response to her mother.

The father smiled and pointed to the other photos one by one, telling stories about the family's past. The couple talked for almost an hour, just like they were telling Lin Yuan about their past.

Lin Yuan stood patiently beside Zhao Huanhuan, listening with a smile, occasionally praising Huanhuan for being very cute back then.

From these photos, it's clear that the Zhao family has always lived a good life. Zhao Huanhuan's clothes when she was little were also very nice; he thinks they must have been made by Zhao's mother.

It's clear that Huanhuan really enjoys wearing the clothes her mother makes.

These photos also include pictures of Huanhuan wearing a pretty little dress.

The next evening, the Zhao couple came home a little late from get off work. Lin Yuan had already prepared dinner and was sitting in the yard chatting with Zhao Huanhuan, waiting for the couple to get off work.

Upon seeing them return, the two men stood up.

"Mom and Dad, why are you a little late? Did you work overtime?" Zhao Huan asked as she stepped forward.