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Hao Mengyuan was both angry and pained by his attitude of giving up on herself. She just wanted to scold, "Gu Xiangling is a bitch. "Son!" However, she knew that she couldn't say such words out loud. Once she said them, Shu Qingcheng would completely fall out with her.

Currently, Shu Qingcheng did not care about anything, not even his life. Looking at his haggard appearance, Hao Mengyuan's anger subsided bit by bit. His heart was filled with pain.

Qingcheng, what do I need to do to cheer you up?

Shu Qingcheng laid on the bed with his eyes closed, as if Hao Mengyuan didn't exist. After about ten minutes, he actually began to snore and fell asleep.

Hao Mengyuan went to the kitchen and found an apron to put on. She tidied up the room, cleared away all the rubbish, and then wiped off the dust on the furniture. She mechanically did all of this, feeling all sorts of emotions in her heart, as if she was trying to calm her pain by being busy.

Finally, the room returned to its normal brightness. Hao Mengyuan looked at the result of her hard work with satisfaction. For a moment, she felt as though she was Shu Qingcheng's wife.

The furniture in the room was all luxurious and high-grade, the decorations were extremely luxurious. Hao Mengyuan looked around and felt that something was missing. Yes, lack of life! She thought for a moment, then went to the garden to cut some flowers. After placing these fresh flowers all over the room, the lifeless atmosphere finally eased a little.

After being busy for a long time, Hao Mengyuan was tired and hungry. She opened the fridge, but there was no food. It was empty. How long had it been empty?

After staring blankly for a long while, Hao Mengyuan finally remembered that she needed to buy some vegetables for a meal … Lunch or dinner? Look at the time: three in the afternoon. Shu Qingcheng was sleeping soundly, and it just so happened that when he woke up, he could have a full meal. He had eaten so much junk food, who knew what kind of state his stomach had turned into.

She went to the supermarket to carefully select ingredients, not doing these things for a long time, Hao Mengyuan only felt that it was strange. Ever since she was young, she had encouraged herself to be a strong woman and had always been disdainful towards housewives. I only cooked in the first few years of my life, then occasionally cooked for the children.

Thinking about her son lying in the hospital, Hao Mengyuan felt as if her heart had been knocked over. Why did fate treat her so viciously, causing her to lose so many things? What she wanted, she could never obtain.

The source of everything was Shu Qingcheng, but Hao Mengyuan did not hate him at all.

Did he really owe him something from his previous life?

Hao Mengyuan took the menu and busied herself in the kitchen. Considering Shu Qingcheng's physical condition, all the dishes she cooked were light and refreshing. She even made a pot of chicken soup for her mother.

After tossing and turning for a long time, the dishes were finally ready. Hao Mengyuan then placed them on the table one by one. As long as Shu Qingcheng took a bite, she would be satisfied.

In the bedroom, Shu Qingcheng yawned as he woke up. He seemed to have smelled the fragrance of food. Who was cooking for him? In his memory, there was only one girl who cooked for him …

Shu Qingcheng jumped off the bed and hurriedly rushed into the dining room. The back of his busy figure, which was wrapped in a headscarf and apron, made him unable to control himself. He threw himself into her arms. He said happily, "Ling'er, my Ling'er."

Hao Mengyuan did not even have time to be happy after being hugged by him. She immediately called Gu Xiangling by her name. Her heart instantly ached to the point that she was about to faint. The only one he was thinking about was Gu Xiangling. Even if she did anything, it wouldn't be comparable to Gu Xiangling doing nothing.

She allowed Shu Qingcheng to hug her without reminding her or making any other movements. This rare embrace, how beautiful, I just hope it lasts a little longer, it's best never to end.

Very quickly, Shu Qingcheng realized that the person in his embrace couldn't possibly be Gu Xiangling. She was already dead, so how could he have come back to life? How could he be in his house?

"Does Director Hao cook for me personally? I can't afford it! " He would rather eat with instant noodles than eat these dishes.

Hao Mengyuan acted as if she did not hear him, and said pitifully: "You are too weak, you need to take good care of yourself. You don't want to eat with me, I'm leaving now. " After saying that, she took off her apron and headscarf, casting a wistful gaze at Shu Qingcheng.

Her eyes were filled with deep care and love, not like a woman looking at her partner, but more like a mother looking at her child. Shu Qingcheng's heart trembled. She couldn't help but think of her grandmother, whose eyes constantly flashed with the light of love.

He lightly pulled Hao Mengyuan who was about to leave: "Let's go after dinner. After all, you are my guest."

Hao Mengyuan was so excited that tears filled her eyes. She had finally taken a small step closer to him.

Because she was in a good mood, Hao Mengyuan, who usually had a small appetite, would usually eat whatever he liked. Shu Qingcheng indifferently chewed her food. Naturally, the taste of her food couldn't be compared to Gu Xiangling's cooking skills.

In this life, he wouldn't be able to eat food personally cooked by her. Especially pickled vegetables, those crispy and delicious pickles. How could he forget about the taste?

Hao Mengniang handed him a bowl of soup, and when she saw that he tasted like he was chewing on wax, she anxiously asked: "It's not delicious, is it?"

"I want pickles." Shu Qingcheng said in a daze.

"pickled vegetables?" Hao Mengyuan wanted to say that pickles contain large amounts of nitrite, not healthy food. Moreover, pickled vegetables were not something that could be obtained just by stir-frying.

The first time she heard Shu Qingcheng mention what she wanted to eat, Hao Mengyuan had to do it no matter what. "You wait, I'll go buy it." Since she couldn't speak, Shu Qingcheng grabbed her car keys and quickly left the dining hall.

After going to several supermarket food markets and entering a few famous restaurants and hotels, Hao Mengyuan bought a bunch of pickles. There were all kinds of flavors and ingredients, so she randomly opened a bag and savored it. The strong sour taste made her frown. Dammit, eating this kind of food for a long period of time, it's no wonder it's harmless to the body!

She drove back quickly and opened the plate of pickles one by one. Hao Mengyuan explained: "I don't know what taste you like, so I bought more."

"Thank you!" Shu Qingcheng was slightly moved in his heart. He tasted the food one by one, and when she tasted the Sichuan flavor, her eyes instantly lit up. This taste, seemed to be made by Gu Xiangling.

Only, there were some differences. Shu Qingcheng tried his best to recall the taste of the chili concoction, and tried adding a few drops of bright red chili oil. Indeed, the taste overlapped with the taste.

Seeing Shu Qingcheng happily eating his pickled vegetables, Hao Mengyuan's heart felt extremely sour. The food that she spent so much effort to make was not even worth a plate of pickled vegetables.

If he likes it, so must I. Hao Meng Chong endured the resistance in her heart as she ate a few mouthfuls. It was spicy and tender, crispy and crispy. It was truly a delicacy, even if she ate more, she would still be able to taste the flavor.

To be able to eat with his beloved, this sort of happiness was already sufficient.

After dinner, Shu Qingcheng took the initiative to clean the tableware. "Hao Mengyuan offered to wash the dishes herself, but he refused." How can you let a woman do something like washing the dishes, which is already hurting her hands? "

Was he feeling sorry for her? Hao Mengyuan smiled faintly. She hoped that in the future, she would be like this, going deeper and deeper, closer and closer, allowing herself to completely enter his heart.

Even if they couldn't compare to Gu Xiangling. Living together, she was satisfied.