After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Seeing that the old lady was crying and wouldn't leave, Chen Mo picked up his phone and went straight to the balcony.

The call was answered quickly, and Chen Mo immediately issued a cold warning:

"You have five minutes. Get the driver up here and take your mother away!"

"It's best if we keep to ourselves and avoid conflict."

"If you dare bother me again with these trivial matters of ancestor worship, I'll take my men and tear down the Qin family ancestral hall!"

Less than five minutes after the call ended, the driver who had been waiting downstairs rushed up to the phone.

They coaxed and pleaded with the old lady until she left.

Chen Mo did not enter the house from the balcony until the elevator doors closed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to come." Chen Mo was in low spirits and apologized softly.

Lan Yujuan forced a smile and comforted her:

"It's alright, you can't be blamed for what happened today."

The two stood in the living room in silence for a while.

Although Lan Yujuan didn't say anything, the door remained open, and she clearly had no intention of keeping the guest any longer.

Chen Mo glanced in the direction of the door and whispered:

"Well then, I'll head back now?"

Lan Yujuan immediately replied, "Yes, that's fine too."

I breathed a slight sigh of relief; this mess was finally over.

Chen Mo gazed at her with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Chen Mo suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked:

"By the way, what time are you going home tomorrow? Do you want me to drive you?"

Lan Yujuan quickly waved her hand, "No need, you go about your business!"

"It's not far, just a few intersections away. We had breakfast and took a walk back."

Chen Mo touched his head, then put his hands in his pockets and gave a wry smile.

"I don't have much to do these few days of holiday."

"I'm home alone, and I don't know what to eat."

Lan Yujuan listened, deeply agreeing, and said, "Yes."

Suddenly remembering something, she turned around, took out a stack of business cards from the drawer of the cabinet by the door, and handed them over.

"Let's order takeout then!"

"This was handed out by a nearby restaurant. It has a menu on the front and contact information and address on the back."

"I've eaten at all of these places. The hygiene is acceptable, and the food tastes pretty good!"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then took the business card, his lips twitching slightly. "Thank you!"

Lan Yujuan forced a smile, "You're welcome."

After seeing Chen Mo return to 802, she quickly closed the door.

As she tidied the house, she prayed silently:

"I hope that the old lady of the Qin family won't come looking for us again!"

Before you know it, the Qingming Festival holiday has arrived.

Lan Yujuan got up early, ate breakfast, tidied up briefly, and then took her daughter back to her parents' house.

As she approached her apartment complex, she began to subconsciously scan her surroundings, fearing she might run into her ex-husband again.

Fortunately, I arrived home safely without seeing a soul in sight.

When she got home, she told her parents about how she was "on the road with great anxiety, but it turned out to be a false alarm," as if it were a joke.

As Mother Lan prepared the items for the ancestral worship, she smiled and said:

"Don't worry, he hasn't shown up lately. Maybe he went back to his hometown!"

Mr. Lan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but say:

"The Liu family also has ancestors, and... as the eldest son, he definitely has to go home to pay his respects."

Even though Lan's father didn't finish his sentence in front of the little one, Lan Yujuan could still understand it.

Liu Zhiyuan's father had just passed away not long ago, and this was the first Qingming Festival since his father's death, so he definitely had to go back to burn paper money for him.

With this in mind, Lan Yujuan felt more at ease!

She leaned back on the sofa, leisurely eating fruit as she said:

"That's great! From now on, I won't have to cook, and I can eat at home every day!"

Mr. Lan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, come back quickly!"

"With you guys not home, your mom feeds me leftovers every day!"

Lan's mother couldn't help but laugh and glare at him, saying:

"Nonsense!"

"If I don't cook fresh food, where will the leftovers come from?"

"It's just the two of us eating at home. If we cook one or two more dishes, we can't finish them all in one meal."

"Could it be that they've all collapsed?"

Mr. Lan sat on the sofa, leaning on his canes and humming. He seemed resentful, but his eyes were full of amusement.

The offerings for ancestor worship were prepared in a very generous manner.

The family went out in the morning, and by the time they returned home after paying their respects, it was almost 2 p.m.

Seeing her mother looking tired, Lan Yujuan took the initiative to go into the kitchen and cook.

"You two should sit down and rest for a while. Let me show off my skills at noon today!" Lan Yujuan said with a smile.

Since she returned home, Lan's mother has been reluctant to let her do any work.

Even just helping out with carrying things, picking vegetables, and washing dishes makes Lan's mother feel incredibly sorry for her, afraid that her daughter will get tired.

If I hadn't gotten up early today and spent half the day preparing, I wouldn't have agreed to let my daughter into the kitchen.

"Okay, then make something simple, just something to eat for lunch." Mother Lan said with a helpless smile.

Lan Yujuan gave an OK sign, closed the kitchen door, and started busily getting to work.

After resting for a while, Lan's mother recovered considerably.

Feeling uneasy, she secretly went to the kitchen door to peek inside, wanting to go in and help.

Through the glass door, Lan's mother saw her daughter listening to an audiobook while methodically preparing a meal.

The dishes were a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and the preparation and chopping of ingredients were done in an orderly manner. While the soup was simmering, the other side was already stir-frying vegetables.

Lan's mother stood outside the kitchen door, secretly watched for a while, then wiped away her tears and quietly left.

In the living room, Mr. Lan was watching cartoons with his little one when he noticed that Mrs. Lan looked strange, so he immediately got up and went over to check on her.

"Everything was fine just now, what happened?"

Blue's mother choked with emotion and sighed:

"I don't know how much hardship my child suffered during those years after marrying far away!"

"The way she cooks, she's even more skilled than me!"

Mr. Lan felt very bad after hearing this.

But seeing his lover so upset, he couldn't bear to rub salt into her wounds.

After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but jokingly whisper, "That's right, for so many years, I've always been the one cooking at home."

"You're both new to this, so it shouldn't be too difficult for our daughter to surpass you, right?"

After hearing this, Lan's mother blushed and pinched Lan's father hard, scolding him:

"If you're so capable, then you shouldn't get sick and cook for the rest of your life!"

The elderly couple were talking when there was a knock on the door.

Mother Lan tidied herself up, quickly got up to open the door, and said with a smile as she went:

"It must be Ya Jing. She said she was free today and was coming over for a visit this afternoon!"

When the door opened, the smile on Lan's mother's face froze.

The person standing outside the door was indeed the neighbor from across the street, but at the same time, an uninvited guest was standing next to the neighbor.

"Auntie, I'd like to talk to Yujuan about something, is that alright?"