Lin Feiwan didn't understand why she bent down to pick up the towel on the ground, but saw that the lady was already in tears.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Feiwan hurriedly helped her sit down. She didn't know why she was suddenly so sad.
The woman choked for a while, then patted Lin Feiwan's hand and said, "My child, you remind me of my child."
"Your child? Madam, where is your child?"
Lin Feiwan had only seen that person here, but that person seemed to call her "Madam", which was obviously not a mother-son relationship.
The woman took a deep look at Lin Feiwan and said slowly: "My daughter, if she is still alive, she will be about the same age as you."
The woman looked into Lin Feiwan's eyes and cried even harder
When Lin Feiwan heard that she had lost it, a kind of sadness suddenly welled up in her heart. It turned out that she was not the only one who endured the pain.
"I have always wanted to find her, but I have never found her. At the same time, I am also afraid that when I find her, she will not remember me as a mother. What should I do?"
The more the woman talked, the sadder she became. Looking at her tears, Lin Feiwan couldn't stop her tears from falling.
"Don't be sad. I will be your goddaughter from now on. Although I am not your biological child, I will treat you as well as my biological child. Please don't be sad, okay?"
Lin Feiwan reached out to wipe her tears. The woman suddenly stopped crying and held Lin Feiwan's hand excitedly: "Really? Are you telling the truth? You really don't despise me as an old man. Do you want to do this?"
My goddaughter?"
"Godmother, it's true. I seem to have lost my memory. I can't remember many things from the past. I don't know what my mother is like. Now that I accept you as my godmother, it just makes up for the regret in my heart."
This was Lin Feiwan's true words. Looking at the woman in front of her, Lin Feiwan really felt the taste of her mother.
"Okay, my daughter, mother is really happy, thank you, really thank you."
The woman put her arms around Lin Feiwan, and her excitement was self-evident.
Lin Feiwan leaned in her arms and also absorbed the warmth from her body. Except for Xiao Che, a relative, everyone else was her friend. Only with this person did she really feel the taste of her mother.
The two hugged each other for a long time, each happy
When the pancakes in the steamer were cooked, Lin Feiwan took out her first recipe and presented it to the woman.