Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel

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Chapter 42
On Ding Sha's ring finger, there was a beautiful ring, and Xiao Jun said it was an engagement ring.

In the future, there would be wedding rings, five-year anniversary rings, ten-year anniversary rings, and even fifty-year anniversary rings.

What Ding Sha desired was not the ring itself, but rather the anticipation of spending fifty years together with him.

The process of moving was a massive undertaking. Their own car, Da Zhuang's car, and the moving company's trucks were all deployed.

They labored tirelessly, moving for nearly a whole day.

It was their first time going out together in such a grand manner, and Ding Sha was so scared that she hid in his arms.

She clung tightly to Ding Sha's neck with both hands and refused to let go. Whenever Ding Sha put her down, she would start crying.

Ding Sha had no choice but to carry little Ping An around, walking back and forth, soothing him for nearly a whole day.

By dinnertime, Ding Sha's wrist was so sore that she could hardly lift the chopsticks.

Upon hearing the reason, Xiao Jun's face turned gloomy. He first fed Ding Sha her meal before retreating to the bedroom, holding Ping An and talking for a full hour, even though he wasn't sure if Ping An could understand. Only then did he reluctantly stop.

Ping An was already drifting off to sleep from listening.

Accompanying Ping An in experiencing the stress of moving were Little Cat DanHuang and her kittens, who meowed loudly while squeezed inside the cat carrier.

When they arrived at their new home, they were too afraid to come out. They stayed inside, observing for quite a while before timidly sticking out their paws to test the waters.

The interior of the shop was much more refined than their previous one. The furniture made by Uncle Wei was being gradually transported over. The kitchen could accommodate plenty of ingredients and tools, and they even had several private dining rooms. Their living area had expanded significantly as well.

Xiao Jun flipped through the calendar and set an opening day.

The winter jasmine flowers in the courtyard were blooming. Seizing the opportunity while little Ping An took his afternoon nap, Ding Sha picked up a small basket and gathered a basketful of winter jasmine flowers.

The menu for the shop hadn't been made yet, so Ding Sha thought of using the flower paper as the base for it.

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Xiao Jun assisted her on the side.

Actually, there was no need for him to assist. Xiao Jun just wanted to be close to Ding Sha.

These past few days had been busy with many people around. Xiao Jun even felt like he hadn't seen Ding Sha in a long time. When everyone finally went off to attend to their own tasks, he would dawdle and run to Ding Sha's side.

Ding Sha held a piece of A4-sized white paper and joked, "In ancient times, people dyed flower paper to express their emotions and convey poetry. I'm doing it to convey food."

As she spoke, her hands kept moving. When the paper finally dried, faint yellow stars appeared sporadically at the edges or in the center, looking extremely beautiful.

Xiao Jun fetched a brush and ink, and Ding Sha first wrote down a few common dishes. Then she put the paper away, saying, "I'll write the rest another day."

Xiao Jun wanted to set off some firecrackers, but considering that they weren't allowed to set them off here, he had to abandon the idea.

On the day of the grand opening, they felt a bit nervous, but business turned out to be much better than they expected.