Chapter 3 (1/2)

At the beginning of her fate, the Lord began.

The beginning of the story is very simple. In fact, it is also very dog blood. Two women in the same hospital gave birth to children, but they were held wrong in the end. Twelve years later, the Xu family recovered their daughter.

The real eldest lady returned home, and her fake returned her identity and unwilling herself.

No foreign cars, no foreign houses, no beautiful skirts, not even my father. There is only one mother and a very poor home. She then held the cup and drank the water in the cup one by one. The taste of the iron pot had a special taste. It was salty and strange, but she liked the glass of water, like the best sweet spring.

Moisten her throat, her voice, and life.

You can hear those jingling sounds. The old clock is still walking. Walking in this house with the characteristics of the 1990s, there are more sounds outside, and you can smell the smell of food.

The door lock outside rang, and then a woman came in. She was in her thirties. She was very thin, and her hair was just tied behind her head with rubber bands.

As soon as she looked back, she saw Liu Liang sitting at the table, stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled. It seemed that there was some flattering meaning in her smile.

”Liangliang, are you hungry? Mom cooked for you. Today, mom bought meat and made dumplings for you, okay?”

Liu Liang blinked her eyes, and the moisture in the corners of her eyes blinked off.

She stood up with a cup in her hand and put it in front of the woman.

The woman looked at the cup in Liu Liang's hand. She didn't know where to put it. She instinctively wiped it on her clothes.

”This is for me?”

Liu Liang nodded.

The woman took it and put the cup on her mouth. She hesitated, but she still raised the cup and drank.

Warm water touches lips, the water temperature is suitable, and there is no strange smell.

Her nose was a little acid, and her eyes were unknowingly red.

The water finally didn't burn her mouth and put no strange things. She knew that the child blamed her. If this could make her daughter feel better, she was willing to do anything.

She is an incompetent mother and can't give her daughter a life in the Xu family, so it's easy to say anything, as long as the child can feel better.

Zhou Lanping put down the cup and smiled at her daughter. No matter how tired she was outside and how many grievances she suffered, she always gave her daughter such a smile at home, even when she died.

”Mom, make dumplings for you.”

When she finished, she took the meat on the table and went to the kitchen. She also wanted to hurry up and the children would have to go to school later.

In the small kitchen, she washed the meat in the water, then made live noodles, rolled dumpling skin, mixed dumpling stuffing, and then dumplings with the same length as Yuanbao also appeared on the chopping board.

She suddenly turned around and saw Liu Liang standing at the door, staring at her without blinking.

”Just a minute.”

She smiled at her daughter again, and her hands moved faster.

Liu Liang is always standing there. It seems that she hasn't seen her for a long time. It also seems that she is remembering, in Xianhuai, gratitude and all kinds of others, which Zhou Lanping doesn't know.