Chapter 293

Name：Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space Author：Night in the Forest
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Qin Xue thought to herself, it had been so long since she last saw her mother. Her mother had passed away when she had been only five years old, and it had been more than twenty years now. She couldn’t believe that she was able to see her mother again today. How could she not be emotional?

That’s why she cried so much just now, to vent her pent-up frustrations and to let out the years of grievances and the lack of maternal love she had experienced.

She cried because she could finally be with her mother again, to continue their mother-daughter bond.

“As long as there’s no problem between you and your husband, everything is fine. You’re such a handful, even though you’re a mother yourself now—still so willful and spoiled. When will you grow up?” Nangong Shulan looked at Qin Xue helplessly.

“Mama, no matter how old I get, I’m still your child in your eyes, so I’ll always be a child in your heart.” Qin Xue said coquettishly to Nangong Shulan.

Chu Molin breathed a sigh of relief. He had been wrongly accused; Qin Xue’s crying had somehow become his fault.

However, seeing that they were all Qin Xue’s family and they acted this way only because they loved her so much, he decided not to hold it against them.

“You still have such a sweet mouth.” Nangong Shulan said, tapping Qin Xue’s forehead.

“Hehe.” Qin Xue laughed awkwardly. She could not say that she was always like that in front of her mother.

Because her mother had died early, all her memories with her were from their time together when she was little.

So now that she saw Nangong Shulan, she couldn’t help but assume the role of a child once more.

“Mama, you must be hungry. I’ll go cook.” Qin Xue let go of Nangong Shulan’s hand and prepared to cook.

“Qin Xue, you know how to cook?” Nangong Shulan asked, puzzled. Her eldest daughter had never learned how to cook; when did she learn to cook?

“Yes, Mama. 1 started to learn how to cook gradually after Chu Molin was sent on a mission. I couldn’t keep eating in the cafeteria, so I learned how to cook.” Qin Xue had already thought of this excuse.

“Qin Xue, you…” Nangong Shulan was heartbroken to think that her daughter had learned to cook so quickly after getting married.

“It’s okay, Mama. You and Xiao Yu should rest. Dinner will be ready soon. Chu Molin, come help me.” Qin Xue let go of her mother’s hand and pulled Chu Molin into the kitchen to cook.

“Mom, do you think there’s something wrong with my sister…” Qin Yu asked his mother after Qin Xue and Chu Molin went into the kitchen.

“It’s nothing. She probably just misses home. Your sister has never been away from home for so long. It’s normal for her to feel scared and unfamiliar here. Don’t overthink it. They don’t look like they’re having any conflicts, so your brother-in-law must not be mistreating your sister.” Nangong Shulan had been frightened at first, but she had calmed down now and thought about the key issue.

“Why do I feel like my sister has changed? Mom, do you feel it too?” Qin Yu felt it in his heart.

Although he and Qin Xue were fraternal twins, they were still twins, so it wasn’t strange for him to have such a connection with her.

“She went from an innocent girl who didn’t know anything to a married woman who has to face so many unfamiliar people and things here. How could she not change?” Nangong Shulan looked at her son. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed the change in Qin Xue, but no matter how much she changed, she was still her daughter.

As the mother and son talked in the living room, Chu Molin and his wife were also talking in the kitchen.

“Xue’er, I’m sorry.” Chu Molin grabbed Qin Xue’s shoulders with both hands and looked her in the eye.

“Silly, what are you apologizing for?” Qin Xue’s eyes were still red; she had cried quite a bit earlier.

“Xue’er, rest assured, I’ll treat you well from now on.” Chu Molin didn’t know what else to say to Qin Xue. All he knew was that he wanted to treat her well.

“Mhm, I believe you. Check on the steamed buns, I’ll go cook.” Qin Xue wasn’t quite used to Chu Molin’s affectionate expression, and she felt a bit awkward..