She lived in this numbness day after day.

But gradually, she started to experience breast engorgement, and her body felt empty. The rapidly declining hormone levels made it difficult for her to control her emotions. She frequently suffered from insomnia at night and lost hair. She looked at her haggard and sallow face in the mirror, and the clothes on her chest were also soaked.

She still couldn't forget that the child had truly been by her side, that she had existed, moved, and that the two of them had even tried to communicate. Even if she didn't think about it, these physical characteristics constantly reminded her that she had lost a child.

Shu Ying saw the envy in Xie Mingzhu's eyes. She looked at Xie Zhiyan and gently waved one hand, "Sister's health has been well taken care of. From now on, it depends on her own wishes. If she is willing, there is no problem with getting married and having children. She was worried that she would not have the opportunity to be a mother. I took her pulse last time, and it was normal."

However, Xie Mingzhu had been hurt by a failed marriage before, and it is difficult for someone with such trauma to enter into a second new relationship.

If Xie Mingzhu never wants to remarry, they will understand and support her.

No one dictates how life should be. Life is only a few decades long, neither too long nor too short. Ultimately, we should live according to our own wishes, otherwise it would be too boring.

Xie Zhiyan held her hand, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Yingying, thank you for everything you've done for my sister. I was worried that she would feel out of place in this family after she was reunited with her relatives, but with you here, she naturally blended in."

If Shu Ying hadn't played a crucial role, they might not have reached the stage of recognizing relatives so quickly.

At the dinner table, the dumplings with the character "福" (fortune) on them, made by Xie Mingzhu, were very popular, and the two little ones ate more than a dozen in one go.

Xie Wenyuan couldn't stop smiling as he looked at his two children who were eating and drinking so well.

"These two little ones are very similar to Zhiyan when he was little. They are not picky eaters and will put any food in their mouths. They will definitely grow tall and strong in the future."

Huang Meiling couldn't help but give two more dumplings to her children; it's a blessing that the children in her family can eat.

"Eat slowly, there's still plenty of food on the table, let's all eat together."

Xie Mingzhu is a skilled cook; in addition to the dumplings that the whole family made together, she also prepared four other dishes.

The dish included round and plump lion's head meatballs, a bright red steamed crucian carp, and two other Shanghai-style dishes.

Li Qingqing ate with great satisfaction.

"Sister, you are really amazing. The taste of what you make is exactly the same as what the restaurants in our area make. You have never been to Shanghai, yet you can perfectly replicate the taste of Shanghai. Even I can't do that."

Xie Mingzhu was a little embarrassed by the praise. "I'm not as amazing as you all say. I just like to experiment when I have nothing to do. These dishes aren't that complicated to make, but they're all pretty much the same, just with slight differences in taste. If you want to eat your hometown food next time, just come here and find me. I can make whatever you want."

The family gathered together, enjoying a lively dinner.

After finishing their meal, it was already quite late, so Li Qingqing decided not to stay any longer and picked up her child to say goodbye.