I lent my wedding room to my pregnant cousin for a temporary stay. After the business trip, I dragged my suitcase back to the door. The door opened was opened by a strange old lady. She frowned and asked me who I was looking for. In the living room, seven or eight people, men and women, were eating around the table. It was very noisy. My house had become their family's canteen. My cousin came out of my bedroom and said with a smile, "Sister, are you back? My husband-in-law has a large family, and you can live here." I said nothing, silently retreated and closed the door.
