Mother Zhang watched National Day carrying a basket as he left, she then picked up the wooden tray, which held black chicken soup and white rice made especially for Jiao Jiao. She said to Lin Lishan, "Sister, come on, let's go to Jiao Jiao's place together, I bet she must be starving. Afterward, we'll head to the main hall. Juhua, you start setting the table in the main hall, and once your sister-in-law returns, we'll start serving food."
Inside the bedroom in the west wing, Zhang Guoqing sat by the bed listening to Zhou Jiao quietly recounting her mother's words, alongside the savings certificates in her hand, occasionally offering some comforting words.
Zhou Jiao spoke of her feelings, and the two exchanged smiles, this outcome was better than expected.
Zhang Guoqing finished listening and chuckled softly, "I quite like this mother-in-law. She's straightforward, says what's on her mind, and isn't petty like some women, which is rather nice."
