Siheyuan: I am the God of Cooking, and all the birds are crying with envy!

In the silent and solemn cemetery, Xu Xinmei hugged her sister Xu Xinyue's urn tightly, her hands shaking violently uncontrollably, as if dominated by a cold and desperate force.

Grief-stricken cries burst out from her throat, like sharp blades, waving wantonly in this empty space. Each cry seemed to contain endless sorrow and reluctance, fiercely tearing apart the dull, oppressive, and almost suffocating air.

He Yuzhu just stood there woodenly, his eyes as red and swollen as ripe peaches, his look empty and dull, as if all the vitality and energy had been drained away with Xu Xinyue's departure.

At the moment Xinyue stopped breathing, his world was like a prosperous city destroyed by an earthquake, instantly collapsing into a desolate ruin. Now there was only endless grief like the abyss and self-blame that pricked his heart like thorns, which tightly entangled him and made him unable to break free.

After a long time, Xu Xinmei's heart-wrenching crying gradually showed signs of stopping.

She slowly raised her tear-stained face. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mixed with dust and despair, like grooves of sadness.

She stared straight and fiercely at He Yuzhu, her eyes burning with rage that seemed to be able to devour He Yuzhu whole.

"He Yuzhu, explain it to me clearly!"

Xu Xinmei's voice became hoarse and sharp due to anger and extreme grief. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth with difficulty, carrying full of accusations and resentment, piercing He Yuzhu's heart that was already broken and bleeding.

"My sister has always been in good health. How could she suddenly become so ill? What did you do to her? Why didn't you take good care of her?"

He Yuzhu opened his mouth and tried to defend himself, but his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand and he could not make a sound.

In his mind, he could not help but recall the scene of Xinyue suffering from illness alone in the dim room. Those days and nights that he had not noticed, those details that he had ignored in his busy schedule, were now like sharp steel needles, piercing deeply into his heart, becoming the deepest, most painful, and most irreparable regret in his heart.

He knew clearly that no matter what he said, he could not save Xinyue's life, nor could he calm Xu Xinmei's anger that was like a volcanic eruption.

"I handed my sister over to you because I believed you could make her happy and let her live a good life. But what about you? What have you done?"

Xu Xinmei became more and more agitated. She stood up and approached He Yuzhu step by step, each step filled with heavy anger and deep disappointment.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning pale from excessive force, and her body was trembling slightly with anger, like a beast that had been injured and enraged.

When the people who came to attend the funeral saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity in their hearts. They wanted to step forward to persuade and ease the tense atmosphere, but they were frightened back by Xu Xinmei's resentful and almost crazy eyes.

He Yuzhu lowered his head, tears dripping onto the ground beneath his feet like beads from a broken string. It seemed that the land could not bear his heavy sorrow.

His voice was filled with endless pain and deep guilt, as if it was a confession from the depths of his soul:

"Xinmei, I am sorry to Xinyue. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a husband.

I was so overwhelmed by my work, focusing only on the pursuit of so-called fame and fortune, that I completely ignored her physical condition.

By the time I found out, it was already too late..."

"Work? Is work so important?"

When Xu Xinmei heard this, the anger in her heart burned even more vigorously, almost completely burning her sanity.

"Do you know how much effort your sister has put into this family? She gets up early and goes to bed late every day, taking care of all the household affairs, taking care of you and the children tirelessly, always silently bearing all the pressure and fatigue, just because she doesn't want you to be distracted, but you are so cruel and ruthless to ignore her..."

He Yuzhu suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of regret and self-blame, as if those eyes could see through his heart.

"I know, I want to kill myself now.

I keep thinking every day, if I could have discovered her illness earlier, if I could have spent more time with her, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this…”

At this moment, Chen Bao, who was standing aside, could no longer hold back the grief and resentment towards his father. With red eyes, he rushed over like an angry little lion and shouted at He Yuzhu:

"You are such an irresponsible father! You are not worthy of being my father! If you were not so busy with work all day and ignored Mom, how could Mom have passed away so early?"

Chen Bao's voice became a little choked with anger and crying, but the power of resentment did not diminish in the slightest. Every word was like a bullet, shooting at He Yuzhu's fragile heart.

He Yuzhu looked at his son, his heart aching as if it were being stabbed by a knife.

He knew that Chen Bao's pain and resentment at this moment were all caused by him, and he was the culprit for the broken family.

"Chen Bao, Dad knows he was wrong. You can blame me however you want, as long as it makes you feel better..."

Xu Xinmei took a deep breath and tried to calm her stormy emotions.

She looked at He Yuzhu, her eyes still filled with indifference and dissatisfaction, but her tone softened a little:

“It’s no use saying this now.

My sister is gone, and you must fulfill the wish she left behind.

You have to take good care of the children. If I find out that you treat them badly, I will never let you go."

He Yuzhu nodded quickly, and said anxiously as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Xinmei, don't worry, I will spend the rest of my life to make up for my mistakes. I will definitely take good care of the children and let them grow up happily.

This is also Xinyue's last wish, I will definitely do it, even if it costs me everything."

After the funeral, He Yuzhu took the children back to the home that was once full of laughter but was now filled with sadness and loneliness.

Xinyue's scent still lingers in every corner of the house. Her smile, her tenderness, and her care seem to still echo in the air, but she will never appear here again, and will never bring warmth and happiness to this home again.

He Yuzhu walked into the room silently and began to pack up Xinyue's belongings.

Every time he picked up an item, his hands would tremble unconsciously, and the pain in his heart would deepen.

Those familiar clothes, jewelry, and the books and photos that she once loved so much were like sharp blades that mercilessly cut his heart and made him immersed in memories of the past and self-condemnation, unable to extricate himself.

Chen Bao returned to his room and slammed the door shut. He threw himself on the bed and buried his face deeply in the pillow, tears pouring out like a flood, soon soaking a large area of ​​the pillow.

He thought of his mother's love and teachings when she was alive. Those warm memories have now turned into sharp thorns, piercing deeply into his heart, making his resentment towards He Yuzhu even stronger.

He felt that if his father had cared more about his mother and paid more attention to her physical changes, perhaps his mother would not have left them and their family would not have become so broken.

Ying Bao sat quietly in the corner of the living room, looking ahead with empty eyes.

She is not a child anymore, and she knows too well what death means. Her mother will never come back, and she will have to face a world without her mother. The mother who used to tell her stories, coax her to sleep, and cook delicious food for her is gone forever.

He Yuzhu sat on the sofa in the living room, holding his head in his hands, falling into deep self-blame and despair.

He knew that he still had a long way to go if he wanted the children to accept him again and if he wanted to make up for the unforgivable mistakes he had made.

But he was determined that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road was, no matter how many thorns and bumps it was, he would not give up.

Because this is what he owes Xinyue, and it is also his responsibility as a father.

Days passed in pain and struggle, and He Yuzhu tried hard to change himself.

He no longer devoted all his time and energy to work as he did before. Instead, he readjusted the focus of his life and gave more time and care to his children.

Every morning, he gets up early and prepares a nutritious breakfast for the children. Seeing them eat happily, he feels a warm feeling in his heart.

Then he would personally take the children to school, chat with them on the way, and listen to their stories of interesting things and troubles at school.

After get off work in the evening, he no longer attends unnecessary social events, but goes straight home to help his children with their homework, play games, and chat, doing his best to fill the void left in their hearts by the loss of their mother.

In accordance with Xinyue's last wish, he enrolled Chenbao in computer and robotics-related interest classes, encouraging him to explore and develop in his favorite fields;

I bought a variety of painting tools and books for Yingbao to support her in pursuing her dream of painting and writing, allowing her to express her inner emotions and thoughts with brushes and words.

However, Chen Bao's attitude towards He Yuzhu did not change immediately because of these changes in him.

He still harbored resentment towards his father and always went against him on purpose, disobeyed him, and even became a little rebellious at school.

He Yuzhu saw it all and felt pain in his heart, but he knew that this was a manifestation of Chen Bao's inner pain. He could only endure it all silently, using his patience and endless love to slowly resolve the resentment in his son's heart, just like the spring sunshine melting the ice and snow bit by bit.

Once, Chen Bao had a fierce conflict with his classmates at school, and the teacher had no choice but to call his parents. After receiving the call, He Yuzhu rushed to the school anxiously.

When he saw Chen Bao's face full of grievance and anger, his heart ached. He did not blame the child like other parents, but patiently asked what happened.

It turned out that Chen Bao had been in a bad mood because of his mother's affairs. When a classmate accidentally mentioned that he didn't have a mother, he impulsively started fighting with the classmate.

He Yuzhu looked at his son and said distressedly: "Chenbao, Dad knows you are upset, but fighting can't solve the problem.

Although mom is gone, she definitely hopes that you can grow up strong and happy, and doesn’t want to see you give up on yourself and vent your emotions in the wrong way. "

After hearing what his father said, Chen Bao felt so wronged that he could no longer hold back his grief. He threw himself into He Yuzhu's arms and burst into tears:

"Dad, I miss Mom so much. I thought you didn't want us anymore..."

He Yuzhu hugged his son tightly, and couldn't help but shed tears:

"Silly children, why would Daddy not want you?

Dad will always be with you from now on, and we will work hard together so that mom can rest assured in heaven."

Since then, Chen Bao's attitude towards He Yuzhu has gradually changed.

He slowly began to accept his father's care and love, and tried hard to adjust his mentality and re-engage in study and life.

Although the pain in his heart still exists, he knows that his father is also trying hard to make up for his mistakes, and they are all working hard for this family.

Xu Xinmei also often visits the children.

Although she still felt dissatisfied and resentful towards He Yuzhu, her resentment gradually faded when she saw how hard he worked to take care of the children and how much effort he put into them.

She knew that her sister's greatest wish was for the children to grow up happily. For this wish, she was willing to put aside her grudges and work with He Yuzhu to protect the children's growth and give them a warm home.

Thanks to He Yuzhu's unremitting efforts, the children gradually came out of the shadow of losing their mother, and innocent smiles bloomed on their faces again. Those smiles were like flowers blooming in spring, full of vitality and vigor.

He Yuzhu feels a sense of relief and pride as he watches the children grow up day by day, becoming more sensible and outstanding.

He knew that all this was Xinyue silently blessing them from heaven. Although Xinyue had left this world, her love would always remain in this family, becoming their motivation and courage to move forward.

As time slowly passes, He Yuzhu is constantly reflecting on his life.

He deeply realized that he had neglected the most precious and important things around him - the love and happiness of his family - because of his pursuit of fame and fortune.

Now, he finally understood that the happiness of his family is the most precious wealth in life, and everything else is like a passing cloud, fleeting.

He decided to let go of all the burdens and regrets of the past, start over, and use his actual actions to interpret the responsibilities and obligations of a father and husband.

On a sunny and breezy day, He Yuzhu brought the children to Xinyue's grave.

The children held bright flowers in their hands and placed them gently in front of the tombstone. The flowers looked particularly delicate and beautiful under the sunlight.

He Yuzhu stood silently by the side, looking at the photo of Xinyue on the tombstone, and said silently in his heart: "Xinyue, don't worry, the children are all fine, they are very strong and sensible.

I will also live a good life, spend my whole life loving and caring for them, and making up for the mistakes I have made.

You are watching us from heaven, we will never forget you, your love will always be with us..."

The breeze blew gently, and the flowers in front of the tomb swayed gently, as if Xinyue heard their thoughts and words in heaven and responded to them in this gentle way.

He Yuzhu gently took the children's hands, turned and left the cemetery.

Their figures gradually faded away in the golden sunlight, leaving behind deep memories of the past and firm steps full of hope for the future.

They know that although life is full of hardships and pain, as long as their family sticks together and supports each other, they will be able to move towards a happy future...