After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 40 He still remembers what she likes

Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan drove to a restaurant called "Once Upon a Time" in Zhou City and found a quiet place to sit down.

The waiter saw the two and hurried over: "What would you two like to eat?"

What are your local specialties?

Lu Mingxuan looked at the waiter and asked.

"Our local specialties are the famous firewood chicken and Yellow River carp. This is the menu."

The waiter handed the menu to Lu Mingxuan, who glanced at it and then passed it to Song Qiao: "Take a look and see what you like to eat?"

"I'm fine with anything, you order."

Song Qiao had no appetite, and thinking of her daughter, her heart felt empty.

"Then I'll order."

Lu Mingxuan pointed to the names of the dishes on the menu: "This one, this one, and this one..."

We ordered four dishes, and the waiter acknowledged and left.

"Qiaoqiao, don't worry, we'll definitely find the child. When we get back, let's look around the garbage dump area first."

Song Qiao nodded; at this point, this was the only way.

After a while, the dishes arrived. Song Qiao looked at Lu Mingxuan and said, "How did you know I like bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork? And I also like this lion's head meatball."

"When you like someone, you will naturally pay attention to her preferences, what she likes to eat, what color clothes she likes to wear, and what her hobbies are.

Song Qiao looked at Lu Mingxuan without speaking; she knew she couldn't make him any promises right now.

Seeing that Song Qiao didn't ask about the result, Lu Mingxuan said, "You like to eat stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, and you also like to eat cold broccoli salad, as well as this Boxing lion's head meatballs. But when I drove here, I didn't find any Boxing lion's head meatballs along the way, so I ordered this. I don't know if it has the taste you like."

Song Qiao asked curiously, "You even know what color clothes I like?"

"You like yellow and sky blue, you like knee-length skirts, and your hobby is listening to Beethoven's famous pieces when you have free time."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao burst into tears: "Mingxuan, that was before. Since we got married, my hobbies have changed along with Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Ming's. It's only because you still remember these things that I'm grateful!"

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Lu Mingxuan quickly handed her a tissue: "Okay, stop crying. It's not too late to understand now."

It wasn't too late for Lu Mingxuan, but it was too late for Song Qiao. If she hadn't been reborn in this life, she would have remained a wronged spirit even after death.

The dishes were served, and Lu Mingxuan helped Song Qiao put some of each on her plate: "Eat up, you'll have the strength to look for your child if you're full."

"Thank you!"

She had to be strong for the sake of her child. Lu Mingxuan was right; as long as the child was alive, they would definitely find him.

Jiang Ming, Zhao Xiaoya, and Jiang Xiaoran are sightseeing at an ancient city scenic spot in Zhoucheng.

"Xiaoya, let's drive straight back to our hometown later. My mom hasn't seen Ranran in a long time. She called the day before yesterday saying she misses the child."

Zhao Xiaoya was still troubled by Song Qiao's five million yuan, when she heard Jiang Ming say, "Why doesn't your mother come when she misses her child? She has to take her home; the outhouses in the countryside are filthy."

Zhao Xiaoya forgot that she also grew up in the countryside, but after spending two years in Jiangcheng, she considered herself a city dweller.

"Isn't that how it is in the countryside? I came back this time to see if I could take my mom there for the winter. There's no heating in my hometown, it's too cold!"

When Zhao Xiaoya heard that Jiang Ming was going to take his mother to the city, she immediately thought of the fact that she and Song Qiao didn't get along.

She wanted to get revenge on Song Qiao: "Fine! Then I'll go home with you and bring Mom to the city for the winter."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaoya didn't forget to remind Jiang Ming: "Didn't your mother have a conflict with Song Qiao last time she came? Aren't you afraid she'll argue with your mother this time?"

The incident last time was also instigated by Zhao Xiaoya. She made the old lady make things difficult for Song Qiao and even hit Song Qiao.

"She wouldn't dare! After all, she's my mom. Besides, my mom is here to help her take care of the kids. She should be happy."

Suddenly, Jiang Ming remembered that the last time he went home, his mother urged him to have another son.

"Xiaoya, how about we have another son? My mom wants a grandson!"

Before Zhao Xiaoya could even speak, Jiang Xiaoran objected: "I don't agree with you having another baby brother. If you have a baby brother, my grandma won't love me anymore. You all love the baby brother more than me."

Jiang Ming looked down at Jiang Xiaoran, who was walking and playing, and said, "Who said we won't love you if you have a younger brother? Of course we love you. If we have another younger brother, it will be up to you."

Jiang Xiaoran, who was a scheming girl to begin with, immediately retorted upon hearing this, "You'd be willing to let me bully him?"

Jiang Ming immediately said, "Of course, you're the older sister, he has to listen to you."

Jiang Xiaoran took these words to heart and never objected to Jiang Ming wanting a son again.

Zhoucheng is an ancient city, and there is a street full of local specialties. Zhao Xiaoya picked out some toys and asked Jiang Ming to pay for them. Jiang Xiaoran also took quite a few. When it came time to pay, they found that these alone cost more than a thousand yuan.

"Let's go, we've bought toys and local specialties, it's time to go home."

Having spent Jiang Ming's money, Zhao Xiaoya felt a little better. She took Jiang Xiaoran's hand, and the three of them walked back.

After finishing their meal at the fast food restaurant, Dongqiao and Lu Mingxuan returned to their car, preparing to head back to Jiangcheng to try their luck.

Throughout the journey, Song Qiao kept thinking about the possible situations that might occur with the child. Lu Mingxuan took out his phone again and dialed Ma Fangfang's number once more, but it showed that the number was not in service.

"I guess Ma Fangfang is scared. She must have been tricked by Jiang Ming. She's almost fifty now, and she's lost her job, all for that 10,000 yuan."

Wang Xia said that the person behind it gave Ma Fangfang 10,000 yuan.

"Where could she have run off to? Did she go to another hospital?"

Lu Mingxuan regretted not calling the police when Ma Fangfang escaped. After she disappeared, he couldn't reach her by phone; she seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"After I get back, I'll find out where she lives in her hometown, and then we'll go there to find her."

"Row!"

Lu Mingxuan drove the two of them from Zhoucheng back to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Ming took Zhao Xiaoya and Jiang Xiaoran back to his parents' house.

Jiang Ming's father had passed away long ago, leaving only his mother, Zhang Dalan, who was essentially a bachelor.

Since Song Qiao gave birth, she has been living in Jiangcheng. When she returned, she did so to create an opportunity for Jiang Ming and Zhao Xiaoya to be together.

After Zhang Dalan returned home, she was alone. Her life was not as good as when she was at her son's house. No one took care of her food and clothing. She called her son every day to discuss returning to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Ming came back this time to see the old lady and bring her to live in the city when winter comes.

At the main gate, Zhang Dalan was waiting there. When she saw Jiang Ming and Zhao Xiaoya returning with the child, she hurried to greet them.

"Honey, you're back? Come on in, Mom's making you something delicious for lunch today."

Then he turned to look at Jiang Xiaoran: "Ranran, did you miss Grandma?"

"I've been thinking, does Grandma still have any chickens?"

The old lady hurriedly replied, "No, didn't you kill them all?" The chickens in the house had all been killed by Jiang Xiaoran.

Hearing the old lady's words, Zhao Xiaoya said dismissively, "Mom, you're going to the city for the winter, what's the point of keeping the chicken? Let's kill it and eat it today."