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I asked my sister-in-law to help me taste it to see if it suited my mother-in-law's preferences.
My sister-in-law took a small sip, frowned slightly, and then set the bowl down. "Xiao Qing, do you know what your mother-in-law likes to eat?" she asked me.
I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know.
"I came to ask you precisely because I don't know what she likes," I replied honestly.
"Oh, I see. Your mother-in-law prefers her soup a bit saltier because she used to work in the fields and would often sweat, so she likes salty flavors to replenish her fluids," my sister-in-law thought for a moment before saying.
"Now I understand. I'll remember that, thank you!" I said gratefully as I silently noted my mother-in-law's preferences.
Following my sister-in-law's advice, I adjusted the flavor of the soup again, hoping it would better suit my mother-in-law's taste this time. I wanted to make her happy.
I brought the freshly made soup to my mother-in-law, feeling a bit anxious. "Mom, how does this taste?" I asked cautiously.
My mother-in-law picked up a spoon, took a small scoop, and slowly tasted it. My heart raced as I nervously watched her.
"Mm, this tastes good! Xiao Qing, you've worked hard!" My mother-in-law nodded in satisfaction, showing a kind smile.
Seeing that my mother-in-law liked the soup I made filled me with joy. It seemed my efforts were not in vain.
Through this experience, I learned a lot. It turns out that bravely trying and humbly learning can overcome all difficulties. As long as one is willing to try and learn, they can certainly succeed. Moreover, adapting to a new environment requires time and patience.
As long as we give love and respect, everything will eventually turn into something beautiful. I deeply felt this. At first, I was really nervous, worried that I wouldn't do well and afraid of not being recognized. However, when I actually took action and received help and advice from my Sister-in-law, I began to gain confidence. Although I didn't know my mother-in-law's preferences beforehand, I was willing to try and learn, and in the end, I made a soup that satisfied her.
Throughout this process, I also experienced my Sister-in-law's kindness and the warmth of family. Initially, I had some worries and fears, but gradually, I discovered that everyone was very friendly and supportive towards me, which made me feel reassured and grateful. I realized that all the smoothness and beauty of this experience were due to my respect and love for my new family. I was willing to invest time and energy to adapt to this new living environment because I love my husband and everyone in this new family.
The significance of this story lies not just in making a delicious soup but in teaching us that when we encounter difficulties in life, we should bravely try and learn while maintaining love and patience. As long as we do this, we can overcome any challenges and achieve our desired goals. At the same time, this story reminds us to respect and care for those around us because only then can we build good relationships that make our lives and interpersonal connections more beautiful and happy.
"Let your sister-in-law help you." "Okay, Mom," I readily agreed. "Alright then, you all go ahead with your tasks; I'm going to take a rest," my mother-in-law said before leaving the dining table. My husband, Sister-in-law, and I each got busy with our own tasks.
As I washed the dishes, I thought about the happy life I was living today, feeling as sweet as if I had eaten honey. Today marks the third day since I married into my husband's family. According to our customs, a new bride is expected to prepare the first meal for her family on the third day after the wedding.
I nervously washed and chopped the vegetables, my heart filled with worry. I had never made soup before; what if it didn't suit my mother-in-law's taste? What if she didn't like the soup I made and became unhappy? My face was filled with concern, my brows tightly knitted together, and my movements in chopping the vegetables became slow and hesitant.
I carefully placed the chopped vegetables into the pot, stirring gently while constantly thinking about what flavors my mother-in-law would enjoy. Sweat trickled down my forehead, but I couldn't afford to wipe it away; all that occupied my mind was the soup and my anxiety about it.
After a long while, I finally finished making the soup. "Sister-in-law, could you please taste the soup for me?"
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