A reborn mother longs for her daughter's happiness.

Chapter 240 Departure Xuexue's Wedding Day

On their first day of marriage, the morning sunlight, like a mischievous imp, peeked through the gaps in the curtains and spilled onto the large bed. Yang Xuexue slowly woke up, stretched lazily, but Liu Qicheng was nowhere to be seen beside her. "Where did that kid go?" she muttered, sitting up wrapped in the blanket and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Liu Qicheng—where are you?"

"Coming, coming!" A flurry of activity came from the kitchen, followed by Liu Qicheng rushing out, spatula in hand, hair a mess, wearing a floral apron—he looked just like a comedic chef from an animated film. "Honey, you're awake! I'm making you a loving breakfast. Lie down a bit more, it'll be ready soon."

Yang Xuexue burst into laughter at his appearance: "Are you going to war or to cook?"

Liu Qicheng scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I just wanted to surprise you. It's my first time cooking, so I was a little flustered." After saying that, he dashed back to the kitchen.

A moment later, Liu Qicheng came out with a plate of "colorful mixed stew," containing red tomatoes, green cucumbers, yellow eggs, and a dark, unidentifiable blob. "Wife, try my cooking. This is my secret 'happy breakfast,'" Liu Qicheng said proudly, placing the plate on the table.

Yang Xuexue looked at the oddly shaped food, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. As she chewed, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Hmm? It actually tastes pretty good! Liu Qicheng, did you secretly go and learn to cook?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qicheng became even more enthusiastic: "Of course! I've put in a lot of hard work so my wife can eat delicious food. That's called talent, you know?"

Yang Xuexue rolled her eyes at him: "You're such a braggart. But since this food is so delicious, I'll reluctantly give you a compliment." The two chatted back and forth, and the room was filled with sweet laughter.

After breakfast, Liu Qicheng changed into his handsome coach's uniform, ready to go to the football club to teach the students. "Honey, I'm going to work. Be good at home." He walked to the door, then turned back and kissed Yang Xuexue on the cheek. Yang Xuexue wiped her face in disgust: "Okay, go on, don't be late."

When Liu Qicheng arrived at the football club, a group of elementary school students were already waiting on the field. "Hello, Coach!" the children shouted in unison, their voices clear and loud.

Liu Qicheng waved with a smile: "Hello, students. Today we're going to practice dribbling past opponents. Everyone should pay close attention."

As he was speaking, he began to demonstrate, but after only a few steps, he slipped and fell flat on his face. The children were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

Liu Qicheng awkwardly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said in a serious tone, "This is a bad example. Don't follow my example. Be careful with your footing and balance."

The children laughed even harder, but despite their laughter, they were quite serious when it came to imitating the actions.

While Liu Qicheng was busy playing on the court, Yang Xuexue returned to the bakery. As soon as she entered, she saw Master Li and Uncle Zhang working on a new recipe. "Master Li, Uncle Zhang, I'm back!" Yang Xuexue greeted them with a smile.

Master Li looked up, smiled, and said, "Xiaoxue is back! You've come at the perfect time. We were just about to research a new cake, let's try it together."

Uncle Zhang nodded in agreement: "Yes, this new formula is quite difficult to work with. We've been studying it for several days and we're still not very satisfied."

Yang Xuexue leaned over and saw various ingredients and several failed cake bases laid out on the table. "I'll give it a try," she said confidently, rolling up her sleeves.

During the baking process, Yang Xuexue accidentally got flour all over her face, turning her into a "white-faced person".

Master Li and Uncle Zhang laughed so hard they almost fell over: "Xiaoxue, are you going to put on an opera?"

Yang Xuexue smiled sheepishly and quickly wiped the flour off her face: "My mistake, my mistake, but this cake will definitely be a success."

After much effort, the new cake was finally baked. Its golden-yellow crust emitted an enticing aroma. Yang Xuexue cut a piece and handed it to Chef Li and Uncle Zhang: "Try it."

The two took a bite and their eyes lit up: "Hmm, not bad, not bad. Xiaoxue, your talent is really good, much better than ours."

Yang Xuexue smiled happily: "Thank you, Master Li and Uncle Zhang. I just got lucky."

In the evening, Liu Qicheng dragged his tired body home. As soon as he entered, he smelled a delicious aroma. "Wife, what delicious food have you made?" he asked as he changed his shoes.

Yang Xuexue poked her head out from the kitchen: "Guess what? Today I was researching new cakes at the shop and also made dinner."

Liu Qicheng walked into the kitchen and saw several dishes and a beautiful cake on the table. "Wow, wife, you're amazing! I've been craving your cooking all day." He couldn't wait to sit down and put a bite of food in his mouth. "Mmm, delicious. My wife's cooking is still the best to my taste."

The two sat at the dining table, eating and sharing the day's funny stories. Liu Qicheng recounted his embarrassing fall at the club, and Yang Xuexue laughed until tears streamed down her face; Yang Xuexue talked about her experience of turning into a "white-faced person," and Liu Qicheng laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Honey, did you have a good day?" Liu Qicheng suddenly asked. Yang Xuexue smiled and nodded, "Yes, I did! Although there were a few minor issues while making the cake, it turned out great in the end, and I feel a great sense of accomplishment. How about you?"

“I’m happy too. Seeing the students improve makes me feel like my day wasn’t wasted,” Liu Qicheng said, holding Yang Xuexue’s hand. “But what makes me happiest is seeing you when I get home.”

Yang Xuexue blushed and gently patted him: "You're so sweet-talking."

After dinner, the two cleaned up the dishes together and sat on the sofa to watch TV. A funny variety show was playing, and they laughed so hard they almost fell over. Suddenly, Liu Qicheng sat up straight and said seriously, "Honey, I think our newlywed life is quite interesting. Although we've had our little mishaps, there have also been some pleasant surprises."

Yang Xuexue leaned on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Yes, there are still many days ahead, and there will definitely be many more fun things to do."

"Then it's a deal, no matter what happens, we'll face it together with a smile," Liu Qicheng said earnestly, looking at Yang Xuexue.

“Okay, it’s a deal.” Yang Xuexue extended her little finger and made a pinky promise with Liu Qicheng.

As night deepened, the two embraced and drifted off to sleep, sweet smiles still lingering on their lips. In this small home, their first day of marriage was filled with laughter and warmth, and the days to come, like this one, will be filled with happiness amidst the ordinary, growing together through small squabbles, and walking hand in hand through every stage of life's journey.