Gu Yaoniang found it somewhat amusing, but she still read through it page by page carefully.
All that was seen was Gu Pingsheng writing:
"Sister, I wonder if you received the osmanthus flowers that Mother sent along with the letter when you received it?"
Mother said you like osmanthus sugar cake, so after the osmanthus flowers bloomed in our yard, she deliberately collected them.
Every single osmanthus flower was picked, washed, and dried on the stove by my mother herself, after removing any impurities.
Mother said she couldn't send you the osmanthus cake to Shuojing, so she could only make you some osmanthus sugar to satisfy your craving.
I ate a piece while standing nearby, and my mother scolded me for a long time afterward.
Gu Yaoniang's vision suddenly blurred. She knew the osmanthus flowers must have been placed there by her mother. But she never expected that her mother had personally washed, dried, and delivered them!
Her mother was never affectionate towards her, unlike other mothers and daughters who were very close. She knew, of course, that her mother was a good person, but she always thought that this kind of goodness was just ordinary and bland.
She thought that if she left home, her mother might miss her, or she might not.
In short, in all those letters from home, her mother never said she missed her, nor was she angry or scolded her for not explaining things clearly to Qin Yuxiu and going home as she had promised before leaving.
She wasn't urged to go home. When she said she wanted to go into business with her second uncle, her father completely opposed it and wrote a letter scolding her for being foolish. Her mother, however, told her that once the arrow is released, there's no turning back, and she should think carefully about the consequences before making any decision.
If they still want to do it that way, she won't interfere.
But now, this seemingly aloof and quiet young woman, whom Gu Yaoniang had always thought of, remembered her fondness for osmanthus sweet cakes and personally dried the osmanthus flowers to bring to her. Even this letter from home was delivered a little later than before.
Gu Yaoniang recalled that it seemed that Madam Gu would write a letter every time they corresponded. Although it was just a routine reminder, it would always begin with "My Yaoyao, my dear daughter."
She felt a surge of bitterness in her heart. She knew her mother was good, and she felt that her mother's goodness was different from that of other mothers. But she didn't know that her mother was far, far better than she had imagined.
Bitao panicked when she saw Gu Yaoniang suddenly burst into tears.
"What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"
Bizhu and Bishuang looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.
Gu Yaoniang blushed slightly and shook her head with tears in her eyes, "It's nothing, it's nothing! I'm just happy."
She spoke while tears streamed down her face. At the same time, she found it somewhat amusing and quickly wiped away her tears with her fingertips, looking rather flustered.
His gaze met the peach blossoms, and he smiled again.
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