Lu Jingqiu knew the way to the house like the back of her hand; in her previous life, she had visited countless times.
What she hadn't expected was that Xia Lin had tidied it up so clean and neat that it looked completely rejuvenated.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the fragrance of the food and could vaguely see Gao Shu's figure, wearing an apron in the kitchen.
That slim silhouette choked her up. After his divorce in her previous life, with two young children and unable to cope, it was she who had just left the sanatorium, who helped take care of them, transforming herself from someone who couldn't cook into a chef-level cook.
Picking up the burdens herself, she had plunged headfirst into it all. Now, looking back, she found herself quite ridiculous; after all, as a father with capable hands and feet who could wash clothes and cook, he wouldn't have starved the children.