Chapter 255 Obey Your Wife's Words
She didn't look up, but her tone was less cold and warmer.
Song Yazhi's wrinkles instantly smoothed out, and she smiled like a gentle breeze rippling across the water. "I'm glad you like it! Mom will make you chive and egg dumplings tomorrow!"
Her smile blossomed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes curved into crescent moons.
That smile was devoid of any calculation; it was as pure as a child receiving praise.
She had even started planning tomorrow's menu, her tone full of anticipation and excitement.
In the days that followed, Song Yazhi seemed like a completely different person.
She stopped nagging, stopped being critical, and stopped speaking ill of Qiao Wanyin in front of others.
She gets up early every day to go to the market to pick out the freshest vegetables, and then washes, cuts, boils, and stews them one by one.
She began researching recipes for pregnant women, her notes filled with phrases like "iron supplementation," "calcium supplementation," and "less oil and less salt."
She even learned to use a double boiler to stew soup for two hours at a time, just to release the nutrients more gently.
They cook different dishes every day, including porridge, soup, pastries, and even cold dishes, paying attention to the flavor.
Breakfast consists of red date and white fungus soup with whole wheat steamed buns; lunch is yam stewed chicken with stir-fried spinach; afternoon is osmanthus lotus root starch or walnut milk; and dinner is fish soup noodles or pumpkin millet porridge.
Each meal is carefully prepared to ensure a balanced diet.
Even when making cucumber salad, she soaks it in ice water and adds lemon juice, saying it's "appetizing without harming the spleen and stomach."
Several soft pieces of underwear have appeared in Qiao Wanyin's wardrobe.
It's pure cotton, light pink, and the tags are still on.
There was also a pair of cashmere slippers next to it, with soft, non-slip soles.
At the very bottom of the drawer, there was even a box of imported pregnancy cream, clearly bought specifically from a large pharmacy.
She didn't ask Song Yazhi who put it there, but she knew.
She didn't say thank you, but that night, she drank an extra small bowl of soup before bed.
She picked it up and examined it. The stitches were fine and neat, with no messy marks. There was also a thin layer of cotton wadding inside, which felt soft and warm to the touch. It was obvious that the measurements had been secretly taken and that it had been sewn stitch by stitch through the night, requiring countless nights of painstaking effort.
In the evening, she had just picked up her child from kindergarten and hadn't even stopped walking when she saw Song Yazhi sitting on a small stool in the yard, her back to the gate, busy with something with her head down.
The setting sun cast its rays obliquely onto her hands, giving her wrinkled profile a faint golden glow.
She was bowing her head, intently sewing a small garment, holding a fine needle in her hand, her movements gentle and slow, as if she were handling an incomparably precious treasure.
"This is……"
Qiao Wanyin spoke softly, her steps involuntarily leading her over, her tone tinged with hesitation and surprise.
Song Yazhi was startled, her hand trembled, and the needle tip almost pricked her finger.
She hurriedly hid the clothes behind her back, her face showing embarrassment and awkwardness: "It's just... something I did casually, I sewed it when I had nothing else to do... If you think it's ugly or don't like it, you can throw it away..."
Qiao Wanyin didn't say anything, but silently reached out and gently took the small garment out from behind her.
It was a pale yellow dress, made of new, soft and delicate fabric, with very finely gathered cuffs and hem.
On the collar, there is an embroidered chubby little duck with round eyes and a flat beak. It looks adorable. The stitches are so dense that it looks like embroidery, and every line is clear and vivid.
"It's so beautiful."
She said softly, her voice low but filled with genuine emotion, "Thank you, Mom."
Song Yazhi's tears welled up immediately, rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto the cloth on her knees.
She raised her hand and wiped it haphazardly, her voice trembling: "Wanyin, Mom was so confused before... I did so many things that wronged you, hurt you so deeply... I... I was blinded by pride and prejudice back then, always thinking you were inferior to others, always thinking you disgraced the family..."
“After you left, your father sat with me all night and talked to me for a long time. He told me about all the things that happened in the past, and I finally realized how wrong I was, how much I hurt you... I was such a terrible mother.”
"Evening Sound..."
She choked back tears, looked up at her daughter, her eyes filled with regret and pleading, "Give Mom one more chance, please forgive me, okay? Let Mom still call you her daughter, let Mom still do something for you..."
Qiao Wanyin was stunned.
She stood there, clutching the little dress in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Looking at Song Yazhi's face, which was filled with regret, she felt as if something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't say a word.
After a long pause, she lowered her head and said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "It's getting dark and the wind is getting cool... You should go back now, don't sit here."
Those wounds are real.
It can't be erased with a few apologies, nor can it be mended with a piece of clothing.
The chill in my heart is real.
From being treated coldly as a child, to being forced away as an adult, to her sudden return now and the loneliness of being left unattended—every cut is etched into her bones.
She couldn't just let go of the past so easily and trust again.
Even if the person in front of you has tears in their eyes and warmth in their hands.
Recently, the entire residential compound has been bustling with activity.
The adults were talking excitedly, and the children were running around excitedly.
The renovation project of the old nursery site has officially started, and everyone says that now the children have a safe place to play.
Every morning, Qiao Wanyin would leave home before dawn, carrying a thermos and blueprints, and rush to the old site of the nursery to oversee the construction progress.
She wanted to ensure that every design met safety standards and that every corner was child-friendly.
Fu Li'an would come to help whenever he had free time.
Even when he was busy with factory work, he would always make time to come over.
Right now, he and several comrades are building a slide and a sandpit, working up a sweat.
"Raise it a little higher on the left... Yes, that's the height!"
Qiao Wanyin stood a few steps away, squinting as she gestured, instructing and reminding, "The slope of the slide should be gentle, not too steep, otherwise the children might easily fall down!"
Fu Li'an wiped away his sweat, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his vest so wet it clung to his body, almost dripping with water.
He looked up with a smile and shouted, "Honey, don't worry! I built this slide myself. It's as stable as concrete. Even if ten kids play on it together, it won't wobble!"
A woman passing by, carrying a shopping basket, couldn't help but stop and take a look. She laughed and joked, "Wow, Commander Fu's skills are even better than the old carpenter in our compound! If any of the benches or chairs in our house break in the future, we'll have to ask you to fix them!"
"Of course!"
He straightened his chest, his face full of pride, "How could I be careless about something my wife asked me to do? I personally selected every piece of wood, and tightened the screws three times. There can't be the slightest mistake!"
Qiao Wanyin blushed, her ear tips turning pink, but she didn't say anything. She simply walked over quickly, handed her a bowl of cooled mung bean soup, and said softly, "Rest for a while, don't get heatstroke. It's so hot, and you're wearing so many layers..."
At noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the heat was intense.
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