When I opened my eyes, I went back to the night when I forced my husband to give birth to a son.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Su Xiaowan and Xiao Beiguo got up early.

Su's mother, Su's father, and Old Man Xiao were already playing downstairs with the children, and Auntie was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Dad, Mom, good morning."

"Why are you up so early? We said we would bring the children down so you can get some more sleep."

Su's mother had just finished braiding Xixi's hair and looked at Su Xiaowan who was coming down and walked forward.

"Today is New Year's Eve. We didn't go to work yesterday and went to bed early. We will get up early to accompany you."

Su Xiaowan looked at the children surrounding their grandfather and grandfather. Lolo and Chenchen spoke unclearly, but the two old people listened patiently and amused them.

"Lolo and Chenchen are only one year old and can speak. It seems that the saying that children will grow up early if they speak more is true."

"Indeed, he is just over a year old. Although he can't speak fluently, he can still speak clearly."

Especially Chenchen, whether he speaks or does things, he gives people a very mature feeling.

"I'm going to cook a New Year's Eve dinner for you today. It's a rare opportunity for me to spend the New Year with you, so I'll make something you like."

Su's mother was very happy in her heart. She never thought that after Su Xiaowan got married, she would have the chance to have New Year's Eve dinner with her.

"Mom, you don't need to cook. Beiguo and I can cook, and you and my dad can just play with the children."

Su Xiaowan agreed with Xiao Beiguo last night that they would cook today.

"You and Beiguo have been busy for a year. It's rare for mom to come over. I don't know when the next time I want to cook a New Year's Eve dinner for you will be."

Su's mother was worried that they would not have time to go back in the future, and that when Su Zigui's child was born, she would have to help take care of the child.

Even if she wanted to come, she would be powerless by then, so she did everything she wanted to do while she had the chance.

A year passed in a flash. She didn't dare to think about the future and just wanted to cherish the time before her.

"Mom, Xiaowan, how about this, the three of us make New Year's Eve dinner together."

Xiao Beiguo knew what Su's mother meant, and he also understood that Su Xiaowan felt sorry for her mother.

"Then let's cook together. I haven't eaten Xiaowan's cooking for a long time."

Su's mother said with a smile that she could not remember the last time she and Su Xiaowan prepared the New Year's Eve dinner together.

"Mom, I'll make whatever you want to eat for you." Su Xiaowan held her mother's hand, just like she did when they were children, which made her mother's eyes well up with tears.

"Mom wants to eat the poached chicken you made. I remember that you loved to cook and eat this dish the most during the Chinese New Year."

When Su's mother talked about this, her voice choked up a little, and she remembered that in her previous life, before Su Xiaowan died, she held her hand and said that she wanted to make her a boiled chicken.

But at that time she insisted on not letting her do it, worried that something might happen to her, but she didn't expect that it would become a lifelong regret.

She had lived her whole life with this regret in her previous life. In this life, she had the opportunity and didn't want to have any regrets anymore.

"Okay, I'll make it for you. Beiguo went to a nearby village a few days ago and bought a lot of chickens to raise in the backyard. I'll have him kill the biggest one later."

Su Xiaowan hadn't cooked poached chicken for a long time. She had made this dish when she was a child. A man from Yueshi came to the village. He bought her chicken and borrowed her stove to cook this dish.

She was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time. Seeing that she looked pale and thin, people gave her a chicken leg.

She thought it was delicious at the time, asked about the cooking method and precautions, and slowly learned how to cook this dish.

Later, she would make this dish every New Year's Eve, and Su's mother would also eat it, but not much. She thought Su's mother didn't like this dish.

"Okay, Mom will definitely eat more. Mom likes the dish you cook the most."

As Su's mother spoke, tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe them away.

Su Xiaowan didn’t know why her mother’s eyes were red. She just thought that she was feeling upset because she hadn’t eaten the food she cooked for a long time.

"Then let's go have breakfast first. Auntie has prepared everything. Tomorrow, on the first day of the new year, we will go out for a walk."

"Okay, your father and I are fine with that. We'll be satisfied if we can spend more time with you."

Su's mother cherishes the days she spends with Su Xiaowan, especially during this period of time, she almost follows her wherever she goes.

After the family had dinner, Su's father and old man Xiao were responsible for taking care of the children, Xiao Beiguo went to kill the chickens, Su's mother and Su Xiaowan were busy in the kitchen preparing the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, and her aunt was helping them.

Xiao Beiguo killed the chicken and said to Su Xiaowan, "Xiaowan, Dad and I will go put up the couplets. It's almost time."

"Okay, go ahead. Mom and I are in the kitchen."

Su Xiaowan was wearing an apron and preparing meat, planning to make a new dish for the New Year's Eve dinner.

"Xiao Wan, what did you get this for?"

Su's mother was very puzzled when she saw her wrapping the sliced meat in batter.

"Mom, I learned this dish from Nansicheng Restaurant. It's called crispy pork. I want to try making it. I ate it in the restaurant there before and it tasted really good."

"This looks good. It will be ready soon. Mom will try it. If you say something is delicious, it must be good."

Su's mother was full of anticipation as she watched Su Xiaowan coat the meat in flour and then put it into the hot oil pan to fry it.

"You need a bowl to put this in, otherwise it will get fried and burnt."

As Su's mother spoke, she went to get a plate, wiped it clean and put it aside.

Watching Su Xiaowan's skillful movements, she couldn't help but recall every detail of her past life.

I couldn't help but say, "Xiao Wan, you and Bei Guo are developing in Jin City. When Zigui has a child, your mother will be able to come less often. You have to pay more attention."

"Mom, don't worry. We won't go back to celebrate the New Year this year because we just arrived in Jinshi. We think it's too much trouble to go back and forth. We will definitely go back next year."

Su Xiaowan also missed the days of returning to the countryside. After all, there was only a short time throughout the year when she could go back.

"Okay, Mom will be waiting for you."

Su's mother didn't say much, but she knew very well in her heart that once she came out, she would have no control over herself. Moreover, they had three children, two of whom were too young, and it would be even more tiring for them to run back and forth.

The mother and daughter were chatting in the kitchen, Xiao Beiguo was putting up couplets outside, and Xixi was having fun with Luoluo and Chenchen in the living room.

The two little ones kept pestering Xixi to hold them, but Xixi couldn't hold them, so she coaxed them to sing.

The younger one didn’t understand what she was singing, but when she saw her sister dancing, she started dancing along too. The sisters were so happy.

Xiao Beiguo looked at this scene with satisfaction and happiness in his eyes. This was a scene that he had not dared to think about before, but now it has come true.

His wife now loves him deeply, his children are growing up healthily, and his career is flourishing.

He was thinking that if he had talked to Su Xiaowan earlier, Su Xiaowan wouldn't have felt so depressed during those years.

Fortunately, there is still time, and he can use the rest of his life to make up for those years.