When the plate in the woman's hand fell out of fright, Luo Ziling rushed forward as if possessed by the gods and grabbed the falling plate.
The plate was so hot that he almost screamed.
Quickly, the other hand came up, and after holding a corner of the plate in each hand, it was finally no longer hot.
To his great satisfaction, none of the food on the plate spilled.
Quickly put the plate on the table.
While the plates were being placed, Luo Ziling quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
After wiping away the tears that rolled down, he slowly turned around and faced the woman with red eyes.
Ling Ruonan had already burst into tears, her tears rolling down like a dam that had burst.
But she tried hard to laugh, but she couldn't.
Luo Ziling also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh either. When the corners of his mouth were pulled to both sides, his tears flowed more joyfully and he couldn't stop it no matter what.
Seeing Luo Ziling also bursting into tears, Ling Ruonan could no longer control herself and cried.
Luo Ziling wanted to go over, wipe the tears from her face, throw herself into her arms, and call out "Mom".
But facing the tearful Ling Ruonan, he felt that his legs seemed to be extremely heavy and he could not move them forward. In the end, he stood still and looked at Ling Ruonan who was getting more and more sad as she cried.
There was a feeling of water drops hanging on my face, like being caught in the rain, and then I also felt water drops dripping down on my feet wearing socks.
Luo Ziling knew that those were his tears.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the emotional stage yet.
Luo Ziling felt that he shed more tears just now than he could remember in the past ten years or so.
When he was a child, no matter how wronged or injured he was, he would never cry or shed tears.
When I grow up, I won’t cry anymore.
But today, he, who never thought he would cry, just stood there and let his tears flow.
The mother and son stood more than one meter apart from each other, watching each other's tears rolling down their faces.
In the end, Ling Ruonan came over first.
Ling Ruonan, whose eyes were red from crying, stretched out his hand to lift his sleeves and raised his head to wipe Luo Ziling's tears.
"Ling'er, stop crying," she murmured softly while wiping her tears, "stop crying, okay?"
Even though she said this, she shed even more tears.
Over the years, except for when Luo Ziling was taken away by her grandfather, she cried hard. In the next nineteen years, before Luo Ziling came to Yanjing, she never shed a tear in front of others. The tears she shed today have already
Her clothes and apron were all wet. If measured, she would have shed more tears secretly than she had in the past twenty years.
When Ling Ruonan wiped his tears with her sleeves, Luo Ziling wanted to call "Mom".
But after opening my mouth several times, I still couldn't scream. My mouth was full of salty bitterness.
"Stop crying, it's all my fault," Ling Ruonan tried hard to laugh, but still couldn't, and couldn't stop crying.
Luo Ziling turned around, took out a pile of tissues from the dining table, and wiped the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.
Because she cried so hard, Ling Ruonan's eyes were very red and the area around her eyes was a little swollen.
Luo Ziling took out a few tissues, but couldn't wipe away the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.
Finally, Ling Ruonan took the tissue from his hand and wiped his eyes with the tissue that had wiped her eyes.
"Ling'er, stop crying. This is our home. Mom is here. Don't worry about anything."
Luo Ziling nodded gently and tried hard to stop his tears.
Ling Ruonan lowered his head, wiped his eyes with a tissue a few times, then raised his head and showed a very ugly smile: "You sit down for a while, I will make another soup."
With that said, regardless of Luo Ziling's reaction, he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
But after walking into the kitchen, she burst into tears again.
I took out a bunch of paper but didn't wipe the tears from my eyes.
Luo Ziling's tears finally stopped, but he did not sit down. Instead, he walked to the kitchen door and quietly watched Ling Ruonan wipe his eyes.
He saw that Ling Ruonan wiped her eyes for two minutes before starting to cook.
There is also a tomato and egg soup, which is also Luo Ziling’s favorite dish.
While making soup, Ling Ruonan still shrugged her shoulders and wiped her eyes from time to time. She still couldn't control her emotions.
Luo Ziling just stood behind her, watching quietly.
This woman who has been haunting him for twenty years, this woman who he is closest to but has not seen since he was sensible, still feels unreal when she stands in front of him today.
He barely blinked, fearing that the woman in front of him would disappear if he blinked.
Ling Ruonan did not turn around. She knew that Luo Ziling was standing behind her. She was afraid that when she turned around, Luo Ziling would see her eyes red from crying, and she was even more afraid of making Luo Ziling cry again.
Of course, she also wanted to prepare all the dishes and have a good meal with Luo Ziling.
While he is eating, look at him and talk to him.
Soon, the tomato and egg soup was cooked, and when Ling Ruonan was about to bring it out, Luo Ziling, who had been watching, immediately walked into the kitchen.
"I'll do it," his tears had stopped, and he quickly stepped forward and picked up the soup before Ling Ruonan.
Ling Ruonan had no choice but to let him go. After being stunned for a moment, she took off her apron, took out a few more tissues, wiped her eyes, and then followed Luo Ziling to the restaurant.
The table was full, with eight dishes and one soup, which was very rich.
"Sit down," Ling Ruonan finally showed a "laughing" expression, "the dishes are already cold."
"Yes," Luo Ziling nodded and sat down cautiously.
Ling Ruonan sat down next to him, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked out a piece of large lobster meat and a scallop, and put them into Luo Ziling's bowl.
"I heard from your grandpa what kind of food you like to eat, but I haven't cooked it for a long time. I don't know how it tastes." Ling Ruonan handed the chopsticks to Luo Ziling's hand and showed an ugly smile again, "You taste it first.
, By the way, do you want to drink? There is Yuezhou old wine. Let me have a drink with you."
"Yeah," Luo Ziling responded obediently, picked up a piece of lobster, put it in his mouth and bit into it.
It's just that he can't taste anything. His taste buds have been soaked with tears and have temporarily lost the function of tasting.
When Luo Ziling was eating, Ling Ruonan looked at him without blinking. She didn't care about eating, so she just stared blankly 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 put on the market. You can try it."
Seeing that Luo Ziling had finished eating the food in his bowl, she picked up another pair of chopsticks and put food into his bowl.
Soon, the bowl in front of Luo Ziling was full.
Looking at the mountain of dishes in front of him, Luo Ziling couldn't control himself again, and tears flowed down again.