She was not made of iron, this time of tumult had exhausted her to the core. If it wasn't for her faith sustaining her, if it wasn't for her son needing her, she would have collapsed long ago...
After an indeterminate time, Bai Xue heard the door open.
She lifted her head, wiped her tears away, but couldn't erase the redness around her eyes.
It was Wang Ningjing who had just returned from dropping the child off at kindergarten, "Xue, have you had something to eat?"
"Not yet." Bai Xue got up and walked towards her.
"I made some porridge this morning, let me serve it for you." Wang Ningjing went to the kitchen and, after washing her hands, she served Bai Xue.
Wang Ningjing had been a housewife for many years, and she was very good in the kitchen.
She had made tremella, jujube, and lotus seed porridge, nourishing for the complexion and soothing for the mind.
When you're at your most tired, someone gives you a smile, and a bowl of warm porridge. That is so warm-hearted.
