I Give Half of My Life to You

Chapter 47

47: Let's Not be Like the Adults

Lin Miao had great strength. She peeled a pomelo by hand and shared it with Xiao Mei.

Lin Miao had just learned that Xiao Mei left the village to work last year. She then became pregnant, so she returned to hold a ceremony. They had to wait for a few years to get their certificates and register their household.

Xiao Mei's brows were tightly furrowed. Her husband's side was not enthusiastic at all since their child was a girl.

Meanwhile, the child was sleeping soundly. Xiao Mei laid her down on the bed and sat beside her as she talked to Lin Miao.

Soon after, the child woke up. Lin Miao was still a kid herself, so she was afraid of carrying her. However, Xiao Mei skillfully picked her up.

She then spoke, "Xiao Bei, this is your auntie."

Lin Miao couldn't resist touching her cute cheeks. Auntie, she was an aunt now.

Xiao Mei looked at Lin Miao. She used to envy her when she was young. Even though her family was poorer at the time, her mother would hug her, wait for her at the gates of the village, walk home with her, and punish her brother for bullying her...

Xiao Mei's skin reddened around her eyes. She quickly went to care for her daughter, hiding her emotions from Lin Miao.

She hoped that her daughter could be like Lin Miao.

Babies slept a lot, so she fell asleep again shortly after.

Soon, someone knocked on their door. It was Xiao Mei's mother: "Xiao Mei, come help in the kitchen."

They used to be like this when they were young. They would chat, and Xiao Mei's mother would come calling for her.

She gave another look at her daughter, covering her with another layer and checking that she was resting fine. She then went down the stairs, followed by Lin Miao.

Xiao Mei went to wash the rice, while Lin Miao started the fire.

"Shuishui, we're fine here, you can go out and talk to others." Xiao Mei's mother walked in, a piece of cured meat in her hands.

Lin Miao placed another piece of firewood in the stove. "I don't understand what they're saying."

Xiao Mei turned around, saying, "Shuishui, you're just like before, not a single bit different."

During New Years when they were little, she and her friends would remain in the kitchen while the adults chatted outside. They would sit by the fire, peel oranges and tangerines, and eat candy.

Lin Miao felt her eyes watering. She wished for everyone to stay the same: chatting around the stove, Da Mei and Xiao Mei taking turns telling horror stories to her and Little Ling.

The fire was blazing, its orange flames warming Lin Miao's face even from a distance.

Xiao Mei had already begun cleaning the meat and chopping up the vegetables.

She moved fluidly, completely different from before. Since Xiao Mei had an older sister, she didn't have as much practice then.

Lin Miao had also been away from the stove for a number of years. She used to cook, but felt much less experienced now.

Looking at Lin Miao, Xiao Mei said smilingly, "Shuishui, just keep up the fire for me, you don't have to chop the vegetables or anything."

A bit embarrassed, she continued to add wood into the fire.

"Right, Shuishui, do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"No." Lin Miao said.

"Isn't that older brother your boyfriend?" Xiao Mei was a bit surprised. Lin Miao used to frequently call back with the Young Master's phone.