Song Lan laughed out loud: "So, Mom, you're jealous of my future sister-in-law."
"What jealousy? Your mother..."
Li Jumei couldn't continue speaking. She was heartbroken. The son she had raised with so much care was about to live with another woman. In the future, he might listen to his wife in everything, and his relationship with his old mother would gradually become distant...
The thought of that day being ripped out of her heart felt like someone was tearing it out. But the children were bound to get married when they grew up. She just hoped that her eldest and second sons wouldn't turn out the way she imagined them to be.
Turning her back, Li Jumei wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve.
Song Lan, with her keen intuition, immediately understood the meaning behind Li Jumei's words. Seeing the other woman turn away to wipe her eyes, she went to her side, gave her elderly mother a hug, and said:
"Mom, don't worry. You and Dad are great parents. Don't you trust the children you raised? I trust my older brothers, my second older brother, and my younger brother."
I believe that even after they all get married and have their own families, the most important people in their hearts will still be you and Dad. They won't distance themselves from you, and neither will I.
Hearing this from outside the kitchen, Song Qingbin quietly left.
The idea that "having a wife and forgetting one's mother" would never happen to him was something Song Qingbin thought to himself as he walked into the main room and sat down on a bamboo chair.
After getting married, he wouldn't expect his wife to be filial to his parents, but he also wouldn't let his wife cause his parents any distress.
As for him, just like his younger sister said, his parents will always be the most important people in his heart.
As a child, especially as the eldest son, he will not let his parents down one day!
...
Song Lan fried meatballs, fried tofu, and everything else that needed to be fried, while also preparing the ingredients for braised pork knuckle and chicken... By sunset, she had already arranged all the dishes to be served the next day.
Once the bride's family arrives tomorrow, the banquet can be prepared in a short time.
"Is your leg alright?"
The night was chilly, and the wind howled down from the mountain. After washing up, Song Lan went into the room and saw that the two little ones were already asleep. She turned her gaze to Qin Yanzheng and casually asked a question.
"fine."
Qin Yanzheng's eyes softened. He shook his head slightly and said, "You must be tired after a busy afternoon. Come on up!" He understood what Song Lan meant; she was worried that his legs might be uncomfortable.
Although his injured leg has recovered to about 70-80% and he can walk, it is not fully recovered and he is not able to run and jump. He will definitely not be able to stand or walk for a long time.
"Um."
Song Lan responded and sat down in the soft, fragrant quilt of the young girl on the kang.
"This kang (heated brick bed) is very warm."
Upon hearing Song Lan's words, Qin Yanzheng couldn't help but laugh and say, "Mom had Guoqing stuff a lot of corn stalks into the kang hole."
"They're worried we'll get cold!"
Song Lan smiled and asked, "Aren't you used to sleeping on this kind of kang (heated brick bed)?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yanzheng did not answer immediately, but instead asked with a smile, "Will you get used to it?"
"I'm not picky."
She was never picky about food and lodging. It wasn't that she was un particular; it was just that during those twenty years in the original world, apart from staying at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and the Divine Doctor Valley, whenever she and her grandfather went out to provide free medical care to the people, they really had to rest wherever they went.
Sometimes they stayed in the wild, sometimes in dilapidated temples, and sometimes in people's homes.
If you're lucky, you might happen to pass through a small town or city, where you'll undoubtedly have to pay to stay at an inn.
After she went to the border, she either lived in a tent or slept on the grassland, barren slope, ditch, or riverbank. In short, she could fall asleep anywhere when she was tired.
When you're hungry, you can eat anything.
Life was rough, but compared to human life, nothing else mattered.
This life was not only that of the generals and soldiers who marched and fought, but also the lives of millions of ordinary people in the Great Xia Dynasty.
Therefore, in his life experience, having food, drink, and a place to live was enough!
"If the wife is not picky, then I am not picky either."
Qin Yanzheng's ink-black eyes were filled with a smile.
Pulled back to reality by his voice, Song Lan blushed slightly and said, "The mattress on the kang is thick, so sleeping on it is not much different from sleeping on a bed." Looking uncomfortable, Song Lan coughed twice and added, "Until your leg is fully recovered, it's best not to stand or walk for long periods of time."
Qin Yanzheng curled the corners of his lips: "You said that before, and I remember it."
"Go to sleep."
Song Lan noticed that the man's gaze on her was becoming increasingly intense. She took off her coat and put it away, pretending to be calm and avoiding looking at him.
Qin Yanzheng laughed out loud.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Lan became increasingly uncomfortable with the laughter. She looked at the man, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.
"Shouldn't we pick a day to make up for our wedding night?"
Qin Yanzheng did this on purpose; he was teasing Song Lan, but Song Lan was too preoccupied with her embarrassment and didn't pay close attention to his changing expression.
However, isn't making up for the wedding night also Qin Yanzheng's true thoughts?
The couple had been married for about a year. Qin Yanzheng was called away from the wedding by a phone call due to work. When the couple met again, one of them was seriously injured and unconscious, while the other had undergone a heart transplant.
When they finally spoke face-to-face, one was recovering from an injury, and the other was adapting to a new environment and a new identity, so much so that they hadn't had any real relationship yet.
"Let's talk about it when your leg is fully recovered."
Suppressing her discomfort, Song Lan glared at the man before lying down next to the little girl.
Qin Yanzheng's dark eyes were full of doting affection as he said, "Okay."
That single "good" made Song Lan's heart pound like a drum, and she felt an intense burning sensation.
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