Thinking of this, Zhang Lanzhi broke out in a cold sweat again, and her eyes on Gu Lingling became even more loving.
She felt that Lingling was the lucky star of their family.
If not for her reminder, the tragedy in Beishui Village would have befallen their family.
Now watching the two of them walk in, Zhang Lanzhi, having experience herself, could easily see the deep affection between them.
"Look at me." Zhang Lanzhi turned her face to wipe away her tears, "Your mom would definitely be very happy if she knew."
"Aunt Lanzhi." Gu Lingling held her hand.
The woman named Zhang Lanzhi gave Gu Lingling plenty of motherly love in the most genuine way.
"Wow, we have a bountiful harvest today." Wang Shuyun looked at the things in her son's basket, "Lanzhi, we are so lucky."
She hadn't eaten a meal prepared by Gu Lingling in such a long time.
The topic shifted naturally.
