"Xiao Huan, go get some vinegar and mix some cold dishes so we can have dinner!"

"Okay, Mom." Tang Huan responded sweetly towards the kitchen.

He closed the book in his hand and returned home, then ran to the kitchen to get the vinegar bottle and walked out of the yard.

This area is full of small courtyard houses, and every household is close to each other. The grain and oil store is nearby, and Tang Huan can reach it in five minutes if he walks quickly.

On the way, they ran into their neighbor, Aunt Wu. Aunt Wu looked at Tang Huan's fashionable appearance with a flicker of disdain in her eyes. She chuckled and asked, "Where are you going, wife Zeyu?"

"I'm going to get jealous." Tang Huan smiled at Aunt Wu, replied, and walked away quickly.

Aunt Wu doesn't have a very good relationship with her mother-in-law. She always likes to offend people with her words. Tang Huan doesn't like her, but she is not good at talking to her. When she gets jealous, she goes back and complains to her mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law is very strong!

In fact, Aunt Wu was right to call her that. She was indeed Meng Zeyu's wife, but Meng Zeyu died the day after their marriage.

The neighbors all call her Tang Huan, but Aunt Wu seems to be afraid that she is not sad, and always tries to annoy her.

To be precise, Tang Huan is not from this world. She traveled through time and space. She was in poor health and suffered from a terminal illness. She had lived for twenty-one years, more than half of which was spent lying in bed, and the rest of the time was spent in a wheelchair. When she came, Meng Zeyu had already passed away. Her original body wanted to sneak away, but she tripped over the threshold and fell to her death.

Perhaps God saw that she had a miserable life in her previous life and gave her a good home in this life. Although her husband passed away, her parents-in-law doted on her and raised her like their own daughter.

The month after she came here was the most relaxing time she could remember. She didn't have to endure physical pain, there was someone who cared for her, and she could do whatever she wanted.

A bottle of vinegar cost seven cents. The dark brown aged vinegar had a very strong smell. Tang Huan even held the bottle close to his nose and sniffed it.

The sour smell made my mouth water automatically. Thinking of my mother-in-law's cooking skills, I quickened my pace.

I turned into the alley with the vinegar bottle in hand and saw a car parked at the entrance from a distance. It was a military green jeep. It looked like a military vehicle.

Many neighbors nearby were standing at their doorsteps looking at their house. These days, few people can drive a car, and even fewer can ride in a military vehicle!

Seeing Tang Huan coming back, someone urged her: "Tang Huan, go home quickly and check, Meng Zeyan is back."

Meng Zeyan, her uncle whom she had never met?

My mother-in-law said that he had been serving in the army for many years and had not been home for many years. When Meng Zeyu died, his family wrote to him, but for various reasons he could not come back.

Tang Huan moved back slowly. She was not very good at dealing with people, and it took her a long time to get used to her in-laws.

Moving to the front door, she took a deep breath and walked into the yard carrying the vinegar.

Meng Zeyu’s elder brother is her elder brother, there is nothing to be afraid of, right?

"Zeyan~" Xing Cui was crying in the yard while hugging her eldest son. It had been eight years since Meng Zeyan left, and they had only been in contact through a few letters in the past eight years. Sometimes she dreamed that he had an accident, and her pillow was wet when she woke up in the morning.

Meng Zeyan hugged his mother, his eyes reddening. Home was still the same home, but things and people had changed.

He was filled with questions. How did Zeyu die? Why did he go back to work right after getting married? Didn't he have a week's leave?

These questions are not appropriate to be asked now.

Meng Zeyan was standing facing the gate. He noticed Tang Huan as soon as she walked into the gate, and his scrutinizing eyes fell on her.

Being looked at like this, Tang Huan stopped and nodded slightly at him. After hesitating for two seconds, he picked up the vinegar in his hand and walked towards the kitchen, not intending to disturb the reunion between mother and son.

My uncle doesn't look much like Meng Zeyu. Meng Zeyu is the honest and dull type, with a more regular appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks more like my mother-in-law.