When she was at Gao's house, she did everything. She thought that as long as she did enough, her parents would like her.
Facts have proved that no matter how much girls do, they can never compare to even one finger of boys.
The kitchen is big enough to accommodate seven or eight people.
Song Qingdai had long passed the stage of morning sickness. They were busy in the kitchen, and the heat was rising.
The sound of chopping stuffing could be heard in the kitchen.
Gao Meili’s hands are no longer very good, but she still knows how to roll out noodles.
Song Qingdai is dexterous and can make all kinds of dumplings.
"The dumplings made by Miss Song are really beautiful!"
Gao Meili looked at the dumplings she had made, each one was plump and evenly shaped.
The dumplings were put into the pot, bubbling, and Song Qingdai was preparing the sauce on the side.
"How do you know I don't like jealousy?"
She saw that Song Qingdai did not put vinegar in her seasoning bowl, but only put some other seasonings.
"Mom told me last time."
"...Sister-in-law really remembers everything."
"Yeah, she remembers everything."
The dumplings were put into the pot. The aunt and nephew sat at the dining table eating the dumplings. Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall outside.
Every autumn rain brings a chill.
It will snow in the provincial capital soon.
Song Qingdai looked out the window and couldn't help thinking that it would be better if Gao Han was here at this time.
I don't know where he is now.
"Missing Gao Han?"
Gao Meili saw through her little thoughts at a glance.
She smiled and said, "When he comes back, we'll make dumplings together."
"Aunt, are you going home for the New Year this year?"
go home?
Gao Meili subconsciously wanted to refuse when her eyes fell on Song Qingdai's fair and soft face.
Suddenly I thought of something: "It's still a long way to the New Year, let's talk about it later."
Gao Han has a one-month holiday for the Chinese New Year, and Song Qingdai plans to return to Hongxing Town to celebrate the New Year.
She doesn't have to worry about running into those top-notch people from the Song family.
Because Song Yuanshan is still in prison.
As for Song Mingshan...
"By the way, your stepsister's name is Song Mingshan?"
"Well, what's wrong, aunt?"
Gao Meili seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Song Qingdai put down her chopsticks and asked, "What did she do?"
"It's nothing. I have an acquaintance who works at the provincial capital's central hospital. He happened to be treating a patient named Song Mingshan. She seemed to have... miscarried."
"What?"
Song Qingdai thought she had heard it wrong.
Song Mingshan had a miscarriage.
How is this possible?
Zhang Shaoxing can't even stand up, how could Song Mingshan get pregnant?
"She must have had a miscarriage due to domestic violence. As for her husband..." Gao Meili's face turned unhappy when she mentioned Zhang Shaoxing.
"The child should not be her husband's." Song Qingdai shook her head.
"How do you know?"
"Guess."
Gao Meili laughed out loud.
"Okay, if you say it's not true, then it's not true. If you still have some affection for your sister, you can go and see her. I heard she was beaten pretty badly."
"There is no friendship, and there is no need to watch."
Song Qingdai answered decisively.
If the reborn Song Mingshan still had some kindness towards her, Song Qingdai might still go and see her.
But as soon as she was reborn, she couldn't wait to plot against herself and wanted to snatch her life away.
He thought her life was brilliant and wanted to replace her.
Song Mingshan should have realized by now that the so-called wealth and glory, and the love between husband and wife are all illusions.
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