When the plate in the woman's hand fell down due to fright, Luo Ziling rushed forward quickly as if possessed by the gods and grabbed the falling plate.

The plate was very hot, so hot that he almost screamed.

I quickly went up with the other hand, and after holding a corner of the plate with both hands, it finally stopped hot.

What satisfied him very much was that the dishes on the plate were not sprinkled down at all.

Put the plate on the dining table quickly.

While placing the plate, Luo Ziling wiped his eyes very quickly with his sleeve.

After wiping off the falling tears, he slowly turned around and faced the woman with red eyes.

Ling Ruonan had already cried, and her tears rolled down like a dam breaking the embankment.

But she tried hard to laugh, but she couldn't laugh any more.

Luo Ziling also wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. When the corners of his mouth were pulled to both sides, his tears were even more happy and he couldn't stop it.

Seeing Luo Ziling, Ling Ruonan could no longer control himself and cried.

Luo Ziling really wanted to walk over, wipe away the tears from her face, then threw herself into her arms, and shouted "Mom".

But facing Ling Ruonan who was crying, he felt that his legs seemed to be heavy and could not move away. In the end, he stood there and looked at Ling Ruonan who was more and more sad as he cried.

There was a feeling of water droplets hanging on my face, as if I was being dripped by rain, and then I felt water droplets dripping down my feet wearing socks.

Luo Ziling knew that it was his tears.

A man still has tears, but he has not reached the touching point.

Luo Ziling felt that the tears he shed just now were more than he had ever remembered in the past ten years.

When he was a child, no matter how much grievance or injury he suffered, he would not cry or shed tears.

When you grow up, you won’t shed tears.

But today, he never thought he would cry, so he stood there and let his tears flow.

The mother and son stood at a distance of more than one meter, watching each other's tears rolling.

In the end, Ling Ruonan came over first.

Ling Ruonan, whose eyes were red from crying, reached out to raise her cuffs, raised her head and wiped her tears for Luo Ziling.

"Ling'er, stop crying," she whispered softly while wiping her tears, "Can't cry, okay?"

Although she said that, her own tears were even more enjoyable.

After so many years, except for Luo Ziling being taken away by her grandfather, she cried fiercely. In the next nineteen years, before Luo Ziling came to Yanjing, she never shed a single tear in front of anyone else. The tears she shed today have wet her clothes and apron. If we measure it, it will definitely be more than the tears she has shed secretly in the past twenty years.

When Ling Ruonan used his sleeve to wipe his tears, Luo Ziling wanted to call him "Mom".

But after opening his mouth a few times, he still couldn't scream, his mouth was full of salty bitterness.

"It's all my fault if I stop crying," Ling Ruonan tried hard to laugh, but still couldn't laugh, and she couldn't stop her tears.

Luo Ziling turned around, pulled a stack of tissues from the dining table, and wiped the tears from Ling Ruonan's face.

Because he cried too fiercely, Ling Ruonan's eyes were very red and there was a little swollen around his eyes.

Luo Ziling sucked a few tissues, but he couldn't wipe away the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.

Finally, Ling Ruonan snatched the tissue from his hand and wiped his eyes with the tissue that wiped her eyes.

"Ling'er, stop crying. This is our home. Mom is here, don't worry about anything."

Luo Ziling nodded gently, trying to stop her tears.

Ling Ruonan lowered his head, wiped his eyes with a tissue for a few handfuls, then raised his head and showed a very ugly smile: "You sit for a while, I'll cook another soup."

As he said that, regardless of Luo Ziling's reaction, he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

But after entering the kitchen, she burst into tears again.

I sucked a pile of paper, but I didn't wipe away the tears in my eyes.

Luo Ziling's tears finally stopped, but he did not sit down, but walked to the kitchen door and quietly watched Ling Ruonan wipe his eyes.

He saw Ling Ruonan wiped his eyes for two minutes before he started cooking.

There is also a tomato and egg soup, which is also Luo Ziling’s favorite dish.

While cooking soup, Ling Ruonan's shoulders were still shrugging, and she wiped her eyes from time to time, but she still couldn't control her emotions.

Luo Ziling stood behind her and watched quietly.

This woman who has been dreaming of for twenty years, this woman whom I am most close to but has never seen since I am sensible, still feels unreal when I stand in front of me today.

He hardly blinked, afraid that the woman in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Ling Ruonan did not turn around. She knew that Luo Ziling was standing behind her. She was afraid that Luo Ziling would see her crying red eyes after turning around, and she was even more afraid that Luo Ziling would cry again.

Of course, she also wanted to prepare all the dishes and have a good meal with Luo Ziling.

While he was having a meal, look at him and talk to him.

Soon, the tomato and egg soup was cooked. When Ling Ruonan was about to bring it out, Luo Ziling, who had been watching it, immediately walked into the kitchen.

"I'll do it," his tears stopped, he quickly stepped forward and took the soup before Ling Ruonan.

Ling Ruonan had no choice but to let him go. After a little stunned, she unbuttoned the apron, pulled a few tissues, wiped her eyes, and then followed Luo Ziling to the restaurant.

The table was filled with eight dishes and one soup, very rich.

"Sit down," Ling Ruonan finally showed a "smiling" expression, "The food is cold."

"Yes," Luo Ziling nodded and sat down with restraint.

Ling Ruonan sat down beside him, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of big lobster meat and a scallop, and put it in Luo Ziling's bowl.

"I heard your grandfather tell you what dishes you like to eat, but I haven't cooked them for a long time. I don't know how they tasted," Ling Ruonan handed the chopsticks to Luo Ziling's hand and once again showed an ugly smile, "You taste the taste first, by the way, do you want to drink? There is old Yuezhou wine. I'll have a drink with you."

"Yes," Luo Ziling responded obediently, picked up a piece of lobster, put it in his mouth and bit it in.

But he couldn't taste any taste, his taste buds had been soaked in tears, and temporarily lost the function of tasting the taste.

When Luo Ziling was eating, Ling Ruonan looked at him without blinking. She didn't care about eating and just stared at it for a while.

After thinking about it, she picked up another crab and handed it to Luo Ziling: "This is the Yangcheng Lake hairy crab that has just been launched. Please try it."

Seeing that Luo Ziling had finished the dishes in the bowl, she picked up another pair of chopsticks and picked up the dishes into his bowl.

Soon, the bowl in front of Luo Ziling was full.

Looking at the hill-like dishes in front of him, Luo Ziling couldn't control himself again and tears flowed down again.
Chapter completed!