Zou Meijuan remembered that she was patronizing and talking, and forgot to let everyone eat, feeling a little embarrassed!

She usually doesn't talk much. Today it's because the kids are back. I was so happy that I couldn't help but nag!

It seems that she will have to slowly adapt to the life of her children at home in the future. In case there is another little grandson, she thinks. She's the happiest old lady in the world!

Zou Meijuan got up to pour a glass of juice for Qing Rong, but Qing Rong refused. Qing Rong took the cup and poured juice for Ni Lingge and herself respectively.

Ling Yao and Zou Meijuan still drank the original glass of red wine.

Zou Meijuan enthusiastically introduced the food on the table to Qing Rong.

Which ones she did and which ones Ling Yao did.

When she saw Zou Meijuan introduce the dishes introduced by Ling Yao, Qing Rong was stunned!

These dishes are... These dishes were the ones Ling Yao had made for him when she had eaten at her house for the first time!

Broccoli, mushrooms... The dishes are basically the same as the ones she made at the beginning!

Zou Meijuan looked at Qing Rong and fixed her eyes on the dishes Ling Yao cooked, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Ling Yao has never cooked in all these years!" It's my first time cooking! ”

"Even I, a mother, never had a chance to taste what his food tasted like! Today is still your blessing! ”

Qing Rong looked at Zou Meijuan and looked at herself with a smile, her eyes were full of joyful smiles, and her heart was slightly lowered!

"However, it is not certain whether this thing made by Ling Yao can be eaten or not! It's okay if it's not tasty! You can eat these I made! ”

"What my aunt makes is not necessarily delicious. But, at least it's all cooked! ”

Zou Meijuan looked at Qingrong and said with a smile.

Ling Yao pretended to be a little aggrieved and looked at his mother and said, "Mom! How can anyone say that about his own son? Shouldn't you encourage me and support me? ”

"Otherwise, I'll never cook again! In the future, just eat what you make! ”

Zou Meijuan looked at Ling Yao and said with a smile: "How old are you and still so childish!" I'm going to be spoiled! Let your brother and Qingrong not laugh at you? ”

Qing Rong watched the intimate interaction between their mother and son. A burst of envy in my heart for no reason!

If her parents are still around, she must still be the little princess who won't worry about anything, right?

The feeling of loneliness came to her heart all of a sudden, making her feel a sour feeling in her heart! In order not to let everyone see it. She hurriedly stretched out her chopsticks and clipped towards the broccoli dish that Ling Yao had made!

Then I put it in my mouth and savored it elegantly.

This tastes!

How can this taste have the feeling that a mother used to cook?

In fact, Qing Rong's own cooking skills are completely from her mother, and the meals she cooks by herself are almost 100% the same as those made by her mother!

And Ling Yao's dish is completely modeled after the taste of Qing Rong's original cooking!

It was his mother's first time cooking, but he didn't know how many times he had cooked it at home!

From the original fried broccoli to the black paint to the current look of color, flavor and flavor, he definitely put in a lot of effort!

Qing Rong felt the familiar taste of her mother's cooking, and felt that this dish gave her the illusion that her mother was still there, and a touch of dampness couldn't help but brew in her eyes.

She swallowed the dish and slowly opened her eyes, which were misty.

Her performance scared Zou Meijuan!

"Qingrong, what's wrong with you? Is it that Ling Yao's cooking is too unpalatable? ”