The table was filled with delicacies, but she was staring at the thousand-layer osmanthus cake.

She just watched, then slowly walked over, reached out, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in her mouth.

After just a few bites, her eyes turned red and flushed: "How... is this possible?"

Lu Mingyu stepped forward to explain: "This cake is our grandmother's favorite cake. My mother also likes it very much."

"I don't know if you've ever eaten it, but judging from your reaction just now, you like it very much."

Jiu Wan said with tears in her eyes: "How can I not like it? This was the New Year's Eve of that year. Mother used her chilblained hands to knead the dough and steam the cakes for my brother and me."

"It's this taste. I'll never forget this taste. I still remember that the flour was exchanged by my mother... It was only a few ounces."

"My brother and I devoured the food voraciously while my mother watched us with a smile on her face. She told us that this was a unique pastry from her hometown."

"At that time, I couldn't understand the attachment and nostalgia in my mother's eyes. I could only lie down beside her legs and naively tell her that I must go back to Jiangnan when I grow up."

"Just the three of us, a family of three, going back together. Mother also said that her home in Jiangnan is very beautiful, with green bricks and green tiles hidden behind green bamboo and banana trees."

Speaking of this, Jiuwan burst into tears again.

She clenched the pastry tightly, but couldn't eat it.

For some reason, she became so weak today that she didn't even recognize herself.

At this time, Jiang Jingqiu handed over a red envelope and said with a smile: "This is a gift from your brother and I. Open it and take a look."

Jiuwan opened the red envelope slowly with shaking hands, and inside was a house deed.

"Yun Mansion."

These two words made her unable to look away for a long time.

She looked at Jiang Jingqiu in shock: "This..."

Jiang Jingqiu explained: "This is your mother's former residence. Your brother has already found it. Now that you are reunited, you should go home more often to visit."

Jiuwan smiled, with tears in her eyes: "Lanhua, I am no longer the orchid that was trampled by horses on the grassland. I am the orchid that was nurtured under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River."

"I will go home, I must go home. I will build a cenotaph for my mother in the yard, so that her soul can rest in peace in the hometown she longed for."

Everyone fell silent after hearing this.

Why did Feng Xia, who was blessed with natural advantages, become a disaster to the world? Because he had never had the love of his mother since he was born.

Why did the gentle and kind-hearted Xiao Lanhua become the cruel and ruthless Jiuwan? It was because she lost the protection of her mother.

Family ties and blood ties, just a few words, can determine the weight of a person's soul.

Perhaps in Jiuwan's heart, whether she becomes the person she hates or becomes that little orchid, the softest place in her heart is "mother".

Finally, she held Bai Li's hand and said, "Chenghe, I may not be a good wife, but I will definitely be a good mother."

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