Creating in Xiao Huan Xi

In Shuxiang Yayuan, Qiao Yingzi and her mother Song Qian once again had a conflict because of her father Qiao Weidong.

When the Fang family arrived, Song Qian was stewing soup.

"You've come just in time. Let Fanfan and Jin'er drink some of the nourishing soup I stewed with Yingzi." Song Qian said with a smile.

Fang Yifan and Fang Yijin were both stunned. They had both heard from Qiao Yingzi that the soup cooked by Song Qian had a taste of Chinese medicine.

Tong Wenjie agreed. There was nothing the brother and sister could do but thank them repeatedly.

Qiao Yingzi pulled the brother and sister into her room. As soon as the door was closed, she whispered, "My mother said she wanted to get a better soundproofing for my room. You'll be able to see it in a few months."

Fang Yifan looked around and saw Qiao Yingzi and Fang Yijin huddled together to talk in private.

"You're talking behind my back again."

The two of them could only turn up the volume to make sure Fang Yifan could hear it.

Qiao Yingzi said: "My mother and I had another argument."

Fang Yijin was not surprised and asked, "Is it because of Uncle Qiao again?"

Fang Yijin was also helpless when talking about this. Qiao Yingzi's parents divorced when she was in the first grade of junior high school. After the divorce, Qiao Weidong found a new girlfriend, while Song Qian worked hard to cultivate Qiao Yingzi.

Every time Qiao Weidong wanted to visit Qiao Yingzi, Song Qian would definitely be unhappy if he came too often.

Qiao Yingzi said: "My dad just came to see me, my mom is always like this..."

Fang Yijin could actually vaguely understand what Song Qian was doing. Her mother in her previous life had a strong desire for control just like Song Qian, and she gave in to her and made her feel miserable for a while.

When thinking about the things in his past life, Fang Yijin couldn't help but think of his brother whom he had never met. Would he also grow up painfully under the high pressure of his mother like himself?

Fang Yijin didn’t know the answer, nor did he want to know.

She gave Qiao Yingzi a hug and told her, "It's going to be okay...everything is going to be okay."

Qiao Yingzi felt that Fang Yijin became very vulnerable at this moment, so when Fang Yijin hugged her, she couldn't help but hug her back tightly.

Fang Yifan looked puzzled. He knew that his sister and Qiao Yingzi had a good relationship, but how come they hugged each other while talking?

Fang Yifan couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and took a step forward to hug the two of them. Fortunately, they grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and Fang Yijin and Qiao Yingzi knew his personality very well. They let go of each other and didn't give him a chance.

Fang Yifan: “?”

"Yingzi, Jiner, Fanfan, come out and drink your soup." Song Qian shouted from outside.

The three of them looked at each other and walked out one after another.

Song Qian scooped the soup into three porcelain bowls. Fang Yijin picked the bowl that looked the smallest and drank it. Qiao Yingzi was already used to drinking it, so she waited for Fang Yifan to pick one before taking the last bowl.

Fang Yijin brought the bowl to her mouth, and a fresh aroma of Chinese medicine came to her nose. She was dazed for a moment.

In her previous life, she was not in good health and was often sick when she was young. Her mother would go get Chinese medicine for her and boil it at home. At that time, there was a pot at home specifically for boiling Chinese medicine. At first, she used it, and later her father used it.

But one time, when she was pouring medicine for her father, she accidentally dropped the pot and broke it. Since then, she has never seen a new pot for boiling Chinese medicine at home, nor has she ever seen her father take Chinese medicine again.

When taking a sip of the tonic soup, Fang Yijin felt an urge to cry.

Not bitter at all.

The moment she dropped the pot on the ground, Fang Yijin felt her heart was about to stop beating. Her mother was not at home at that time, and her father just silently cleaned up the broken pieces and medicine residue on the ground. At that time, she was glad that her mother was not at home.

The tonic soup had a refreshing aroma of Chinese medicine when it first entered his mouth, and it was sweeter than any Chinese medicine Yi Jin had drunk before.

To be a stranger in a foreign country alone, think of love every time during the festive season.

How do you know this isn't her home?

She never blamed or complained.

It turned out that I just didn't meet their expectations.

——Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown.