"Okay." Mo Xiaolin nodded, "Let go first, then we can talk properly."
"Alright." ng Jin responded and slightly widened the gap between them, but still clung onto her hands.
ng Jin looked at the barely touched als on the table and asked, "Haven't you guys eaten yet?"
"Did you eat?" Mo Xiaolin countered.
"No." ng Jin looked at the spread on the table, his stomach growling uncontrollably, he said, "Which dish did you make?"
"They're all made by your future daughter-in-law," Mo Xiaolin replied with a smile: "Tang Yue, our future daughter-in-law, a university student from Jinghua, not only kind-hearted, but also beautiful—a good match for our Si Yu."
"That girl is good," praised ng Jin sincerely. He had a less favorable impression of Tang Yue initially due to ng Yanzhi's issues, but after eting her, he realized ng Yanzhi was just overzealous.
Thinking of ng Yanzhi, ng Jin's expression turned a bit unnatural. He wasn't lenient with ng Yanzhi, but his actions almost hard his future daughter-in-law. Si Yu already disliked him as a father; would this worsen it?
ng Jin regretted it, wishing he had sternly taught ng Yanzhi a lesson the first ti and avoided subsequent troubles.
Amidst her happiness, Mo Xiaolin did not notice ng Jin's regrets. She said, "I'll get you a pair of chopsticks."
"Let go," Mo Xiaolin whispered, afraid of being heard by Tang Yue and Mo Siyu inside the house. Being an elder, she felt embarrassed in front of her future daughter-in-law.
"No, let's go together." ng Jin held onto her hand, as if fearing she might run away.
Until they reached the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, and even while sitting at the table to eat, ng Jin's hand never let go.
"How can I eat with just one hand?" Mo Xiaolin looked helplessly at ng Jin. He was holding her right hand. Without a hand, how could she eat?
ng Jin glanced and eventually, reluctantly let go of her hand. He looked at Mo Xiaolin's hand and said with emotion, "Xiaolin, I wish I could hold your hand forever, never to part again."
Letting go had led to a separation of twenty-seven years.
Mo Xiaolin asked, "You, didn't get married?"
ng Jin naturally replied, "Neither did you."
Mo Xiaolin's lips curled into a smile, and she began eating from her bowl, "Xiao Yue's cooking is really good."
"It's been a long ti since I've had a al made by you," remarked ng Jin. He rembered that Mo Xiaolin was quite the cook, unfortunately, he hadn't tasted her cooking in years.
"I'll make stead eggplant for you tomorrow," said Mo Xiaolin as that dish reminded her of the past when tis were tough, yet that simple stead eggplant was ng Jin's favorite.
Simply stead in a pot, dressed with so oil and salt, then mixed — it was uniquely delicious and satisfying.
If not minding the trouble, frying so chili in oil before tossing the stead eggplants in it and adding a bit of soy sauce also made for an exceptionally tasty dish.
"It's a deal," said ng Jin. Despite the dishes not being made by Mo Xiaolin, eating together with her made him profoundly happy. He had imagined such scenes countless tis in his mind, even thinking he might never et Xiaolin again in this lifeti. Fortunately, fate was kind to him.
ng Jin ate and laughed, happily serving dishes to Mo Xiaolin.
Inside the house.
Tang Yue looked at the bowl of rice and dishes, saying, "Let's eat together."
"Sure," Mo Siyu replied without hesitation, taking a bite and then passing it to Tang Yue.
Tang Yue only rembered then that Mo Siyu only brought one bowl and a pair of chopsticks, with one dish.
"You dislike that I've eaten?" Mo Siyu's dark eyes stared at her, those eyes gazed at her as if to say, if she didn't eat this bite, it would be like disliking him.
"No." Tang Yue quickly shoveled a mouthful of food and vegetables.
Mo Siyu used the chopsticks she had used, and took a bite of food, feeling that the sa food tasted even sweeter.
Tang Yue's eyes swiveled, actually she really wanted to hear what Mo Xiaolin and ng Jin would say upon their reunion.
But eavesdropping on her future in-laws was obviously not appropriate, especially with Mo Siyu still present.
She didn't know what was being said outside, but Tang Yue felt that she and Mo Siyu were very sweetly in love. Since being with Mo Siyu, he refreshed her perception of him over and over again.
The him of the past was serious, even sowhat rigid, only to find out later that he was quite smooth with sweet words, never shy to take advantage when joking, but now she realized, Mo Siyu really knew how to charm!
His gaze was so passionate, every move he made was like a feather, stirring her heart.
After finishing the bowl of rice, there was still a lingering sense of longing.
Suddenly, Mo Siyu reached out, and Tang Yue startled, feeling the corner of her mouth wiped by him, a grain of rice was hooked away.
"Um, it must have accidentally got there," said Tang Yue.
The next mont, she saw Mo Siyu eat that grain of rice, and Tang Yue's face turned red, blinking her eyes.
Mo Siyu leaned closer to her and kissed the corner of her lips, saying, "I've already had your saliva, why worry about this?"
Tang Yue's cheeks reddened even more.
The sound of Mo Xiaolin and ng Jin putting away dishes ca from outside.
Mo Siyu took the bowl and also brought it out.
Tang Yue quietly followed him, not that it mattered if she didn't go out, but once she did, she felt like a wave of affection was poured over her.
In the kitchen, ng Jin and Mo Xiaolin were washing dishes, cooperating in the task, occasionally glancing at each other, the affection in their eyes was hard for Tang Yue to believe that these were people who had been apart for over twenty years.
They looked just like an old married couple, comforting and intimate!
No, even more sweet than old couples, the kitchen's small world seed complete in itself, they, though not physically close, made one feel like an outsider, unable to blend in.
ng Jin conversed easily, Mo Xiaolin laughed happily. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelfire(.)net
Mo Xiaolin's laughter was captivating, her eyes and brows curved, she used to smile before but not like now, a genuine laugh from deep within, radiating an emotion nad 'happiness'.
Mo Siyu stood there, a trace of guilt in his eyes, Tang Yue stepped forward and took his hand saying, "Si Yu, their reunion owes much to you."
Mo Siyu glanced at her, gazing intently.
Tang Yue playfully smiled and said, "If it weren't for you being here, how could Mom reunite with… him?"
"But." I've known for a long ti.
Mo Siyu lowered his eyes, seeing his own mother laugh so happily, he sowhat regretted, if he had told Mo Xiaolin earlier, wouldn't she have been this happy sooner?
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