Zhao Xu was still heartbrokenly sipping rice. He hadn't heard Ji Rufeng's voice for a long time and stopped slowly. He looked at Ji Rufeng and found that he was looking at Yu Wangchen, and Yu Wangchen looked at him.

When the eyes are opposite, Ji Rufeng feels the same smell as chewing wax for a moment.

Heavy, majestic, and sad eyes fell on her. Yu Wangchen didn't know what it felt in his heart. What kind of relationship was like and what he had experienced before he looked at her with such painful gaze.

His throat rolled, Ji Rufeng didn't know if she knew something or remembered something, but he just said something to his mouth, saying thousands of words, but he didn't know how to say it.

Zhao Xu looked at the two of them blankly, "No, I won't really eat it, right? Did Mr. Ji have been in Edinburgh? Which restaurant was so tall before?"

Ji Rufeng lowered his eyes and a low voice came, "You are joking. I am not a chef. I have only come to Edinburgh occasionally in the past few years."

"Occasionally?" This time it was Yu Wangchen who spoke.

Ji Rufeng nodded, "Well, I will come every year for the past four years about two months."

"Let's play?" Zhao Xu asked again.

Ji Rufeng shook his head, "No, worship."

With a "bang", Yu Wangchen didn't hold the bowl in his hand and smashed it on the table. He never came to find her. Do you think she was dead?

"Which cemetery?" Her voice was hoarse and her heart was beating like thunder.

He pursed his lips, "lineage."

"lineage..." Yu Wangchen's throat trembled slightly.

Zhao Xu was shocked and blurted out, "Sister, that's not..."

Yu Wangchen didn't know why he actually smiled, lineage, heaven, and people from all generations of the Yu family were buried there.

In the past four years, she has not been there many times. She only went to worship her ancestors during the Qingming Festival. The few times she had, and was even staggered from Ji Rufeng.

But why did he think she was dead?

Ji Rufeng closed his eyes and slowly breathed out. For four years, day and night, as long as he thought that she had betrayed her until her death, he still hoped that he would live well, his heart would be incredibly painful.

"Uncle?" Huanhuan's fleshy little hand slapped his face. Ji Rufeng suddenly came back to his senses, blinked his eyes quickly, and looked at Huanhuan, "What's wrong with Huanhuan?"

"Don't be unhappy when you eat meat."

She raised her little spoon and scooped a piece of meat from the messy bowl she played with, and brought it to him unsteadily. At that moment, Ji Rufeng felt that his heart was stuffed with cotton, which made him breathless.

He nodded quickly, bit off the flesh from her spoon in a hoarse voice, and touched the child's head, "Thank you Huanhuan."

Huanhuan didn't understand his complicated emotions. When she saw him thanking him, she laughed and clapped her hands happily.

Ji Rufeng held back his tears and did not fall, but he did not dare to look up again.

Zhao Xu looked at Ji Rufeng and Yu Wangchen, and only felt that he seemed to have many things he didn't know.

Yu Wangchen bit his lip and looked at him, and the feeling of depression in his heart rose again.

After lunch, Yu Wangchen used the excuse of him cooking and did not let him go into the kitchen again, and Ji Rufeng did not insist anymore. In the past, when Zhao Jian was there, they also divided the labor like this.

Seeing Zhao Jian standing in front of the liuli desk, Ji Rufeng breathed silently and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with Huanhuan.

As soon as Yu Wangchen washed the dishes, he heard Huanhuan's cheerful cry, "Mommy, look here!"

She turned her head and looked, Huanhuan's fingers were drawn on the glass, and the breath of the glass was vivid and intimate. She looked like a family who believed in love. Huanhuan pointed at each, "Mommy, me, and uncle!"
Chapter completed!