After returning home, Ning Yanshu sat quietly at the square table used for meals and took out cardstock and scissors from her schoolbag to do crafts.
Although he tried hard to concentrate, he was quickly drawn away by the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen.
After hesitating and struggling for a long time, Ning Yanshu finally stepped into the kitchen.
He slowly peeked out and asked, "Mommy, what are you doing? It smells so good!"
Seeing the little figure leaning against the door frame, Ning Wan couldn't help but laugh: "Little glutton, what kind of nose is that so sensitive?"
Ning Yanshu chuckled.
Ning Wan picked up a piece of steamed bun with her chopsticks, blew on it a few times, and squatted down in front of Ning Yanshu: "Come on, try it and see if it's good. Be careful, it's hot."
Ning Yanshu's eyes sparkled, and he opened his mouth wide and took a big bite.
Unexpectedly, I was still burned by the scorching temperature.
"Whoosh! It's so hot!" Ning Yanshu, who was burned, opened her mouth and breathed desperately, but still refused to let go of the steamed bun slice: "It's so delicious! It's crispy and fragrant, and it's like a biscuit, crunchy!"
"Mom's cooking is the best!"
After finishing a slice of steamed bread, Ning Yanshu didn't forget to shower her with compliments: "The food Mom cooks is the best food in the city, the country, the world, and the entire universe!"
Ning Wan was amused by Ning Yanshu's childlike words: "Who taught you to praise people like that? You're practically flattering them to the heavens."
Seeing that her mother wasn't angry, but instead was smiling, Ning Yanshu smiled shyly as well.
"It's hot in the kitchen. Okay, go wait outside, dinner will be ready soon."
Ning Yanshu obediently returned to the living room.
Ning Wan continued frying all the remaining steamed buns, then scooped them out and filtered them through a strainer.
There were quite a few steamed buns; after frying them, they filled two whole plates.
There were only Ning Wan and Ning Yanshu at home, and they couldn't possibly finish all of this.
After explaining the situation to Ning Yanshu in the living room, Ning Wan carried a plate of fried buns to the apartment across the hall.
She stood at the door and knocked gently; the door was quickly opened.
A middle-aged man appeared in front of Ning Wan.
The man was short with dark skin, a kind expression on his face, and a simple, honest smile.
Through the original owner's memories, Ning Wan knew that it was Xu Xiufeng's husband, Zhang Zhaoshuigen...
...
When Zhao Shuigen saw that it was Ning Wan, his originally kind expression disappeared and he became serious.
He silently turned and went back into the house: "Xiufeng, someone is looking for you."
He then went back to his room on his own.
"Here he comes! Who's here at this hour?"
Xu Xiufeng came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She seemed somewhat surprised to see Ning Wan.
They've been neighbors for five years, but Ning Wan has never once come to their door on her own initiative.
Xu Xiufeng immediately thought of something bad, and she hurriedly asked with concern, "Yanshu's mother, why are you here? Has something urgent happened at home?"
Ning Wan shook her head, then raised the steamed bun slices in her hand and said, "Sister Xu, I tried making some fried steamed bun slices at home and brought some over for you. If you don't mind, you can try them."
Xu Xiufeng then noticed the plate that Ning Wanwan was holding.
The plate was filled with slices of steamed buns, their golden color looking very appealing.
Because they were fresh out of the steamer, the sliced steamed buns still smelled of eggs, which was very appealing.
Xu Xiufeng exclaimed in surprise, "Did you make this yourself? It smells so good!"
She didn't refuse, readily accepting Ning Wan's plate, and then asked, "I heard you were busy looking for a job this afternoon?"
The urban village where Ning Wan lives is not large, and the neighbors basically know each other.
Furthermore, Ning Wan is beautiful but has a bad temper. She is single and has a 5-year-old child.
Therefore, there have been many rumors and gossip about her.
Even the slightest noise will become common knowledge.
When the topic came up, Ning Wan smiled a little shyly: "Well, I plan to find a job and live a good life. But it seems like it won't be that simple."
"Many jobs either don't want me or the working hours don't suit me."
Ning Wan's tone was bitter, and she seemed somewhat helpless.
“In this society, you really can’t get by without a skill.” After saying that, Xu Xiufeng added, “If it’s inconvenient, I can pick up Xiaoshu from school for you in the afternoon after you start working. I have time anyway.”
Ning Wan didn't agree immediately, but just smiled and said, "Let me look again."
Her help was well-intentioned, but she knew she couldn't keep troubling others.
Xu Xiufeng didn't press the matter, but comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."
Ning Wan nodded.
The two chatted for a few more minutes before going their separate ways...
...
After dinner, Ning Wan washed the dishes in the kitchen.
Ning Yanshu, having finished her bath, appeared at the kitchen door, clutching a small pillow.
"Mom...can I sleep with you tonight?" Ning Yanshu asked nervously, hugging Ultraman tightly with both hands.
Although Ning Yanshu is young, she was forced to sleep independently a few years ago.
When the original owner of this body was alive, he could only sleep on the sofa in the living room. Even when he was in the hospital, he slept in a hospital bed by himself.
Sensing the changes in Ning Wan during this time, Ning Yanshu tentatively made a request.
Ning Wan shook the water droplets off her hands, gently tapped Ning Yanshu's forehead with her head, and said softly, "Of course you can."
"Really?" Ning Yanshu asked in surprise, "But Mom always said that I've grown up..."
"Yes, Xiaoshu has grown up and is a little adult now."
...Ning Yanshu lowered his head slowly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
But the next second, Ning Wan said, "No matter how old Xiao Shu gets, he will always be Mommy's baby."
Ning Yanshu suddenly looked up, her lips slightly parted.
His eyes sparkled.
It turns out that no matter what, he will always be his mother's darling...
...
In the living room, Ning Yanshu's small quilt, which had been laid out, was moved back to the bedroom.
Ning Wan held him as they lay on the cramped little bed.
The gentle summer evening breeze slowly drifted in through the window.
The old electric fan in the room made a noisy "creaking" sound, but Ning Wan felt surprisingly calm.
It seems that, at this moment, the fact that he has transmigrated into the book is not so unacceptable.
The little dumpling next to me was probably exhausted, but it fell into a deep sleep in no time.
Every now and then, she would smack her lips and softly call out, "Mommy..."
Ning Wan leaned down and gently kissed his forehead...
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