Meng Zeyan was very tall, and it was a bit cramped sitting on the small stool. He seemed not to notice and remained calm, with a hint of a smile on his face. "Hello, sister-in-law, my name is Meng Zeyan, and I'm Meng Zeyu's brother."

"Hello, brother. My name is Tang Huan, and I'm Meng Zeyu's wife." Tang Huan sat up straight unconsciously, her fingers lightly tapping the pages of the book on her legs, and she spoke in a serious manner as if she was giving a report.

She almost stood up to answer the question just now, but fortunately she realized it was inappropriate in time and did not stand up and make a fool of herself.

Seeing her little movements clearly, Meng Zeyan's face became more kind. He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her. "I can't make it back for your wedding. This is a gift for you. I'm giving it to you now."

"No...no thanks." Tang Huan was embarrassed to take it. Her brother had passed away, and it seemed inappropriate for her to accept a gift from someone else.

"This has been prepared a long time ago." Meng Zeyan handed it to her again. Before he had time to send the letter, he received the bad news.

Tang Huan looked at the envelope, and after some hesitation, he reached out to take it and whispered to him, "Thank you."

She was not stupid. She could see that Meng Zeyan's smile was just superficial politeness. If she continued to refuse, it would not look good.

Meng Zeyan didn't say anything else. His eyes fell on the Chinese textbook on her legs. There were many marks on the book, and it was obvious that she was reading it very seriously.

He sat there, and Tang Huan didn't know what to do. He put the book on the table, stood up and walked into the main room.

He found the thermos and cup, poured a cup of water and placed it in front of Meng Zeyan.

He put down the cup and sat back in his seat, then opened the book and continued reading.

Meng Zeyan's eyes fell on the top of Tang Huan's head, who was hanging his head. Meng Zeyan couldn't understand why Tang Huan died suddenly, especially since he went to work in the factory on the second day of his wedding while he was still on honeymoon.

He couldn't help but have some doubts: did Meng Zeyan go to work the next day voluntarily or was he forced to go?

"Xiao Huan, come and serve the dishes~" Xing Cui from the kitchen shouted towards the yard. She had gotten used to shouting this for the past month.

"I'm coming~" Tang Huan answered out loud as usual, forgetting that his uncle was sitting opposite him. He picked up the book, stood up and trotted back to his room.

When she delivered the book and ran to the kitchen door, Meng Zeyan just came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

The two plates of food in his hands were extremely full. They were still steaming from the pot and looked hot.

Tang Huan wanted to reach out to take them, but Meng Zeyan raised his hand and said, "There are still some left in the kitchen. Go get them. These two plates are hot."

Since he didn't give it to him, Tang Huan quickly took two steps back to make way for him.

Meng Zeyan walked over with the dishes, and Tang Huan went into the kitchen.

There were two dishes and an egg soup on the stove. Tang Huan reached for the egg soup.

Xing Cui was scooping rice when she saw Tang Huan's fair little hands about to grab the soup bowl. She said to her, "Xiao Huan, you serve the cold dishes, and your brother will serve the soup."

"Okay~" The hand that had already touched the edge of the soup bowl turned around and picked up the cold dish.

In addition to the cold dishes, there was also a dish of fried bacon. Tang Huan walked out holding the cold dishes in one hand and the bacon in the other. She had helped to serve dishes one at a time before.

Meng Zeyan put the dishes away and walked into the kitchen again. Seeing her carefully serving the dishes, he silently made way.

She put the dishes away, and Xing Cui and Meng Zeyan had already brought out the remaining food.

Tang Huan had no sense of taste in her previous life. When she tasted something for the first time with her original body, she almost cried. Even bitter melon seemed delicious to her.

Xing Cui picked up a piece of food for her eldest son and Tang Huan respectively. Looking at Tang Huan's small body, she couldn't help but pick up another piece of food for her.