"Okay." Mo Xiaolin nodded, "Let me go first, then we can talk properly."
"Alright." Meng Jin responded and slightly widened the gap between them, but still clung onto her hands.
Meng Jin looked at the barely touched meals on the table and asked, "Haven't you guys eaten yet?"
"Did you eat?" Mo Xiaolin countered.
"No." Meng Jin looked at the spread on the table, his stomach growling uncontrollably, he said, "Which dish did you make?"
"They're all made by your future daughter-in-law," Mo Xiaolin replied with a smile: "Tang Yue, our future daughter-in-law, a university student from Jinghua, not only kind-hearted, but also beautifulโa good match for our Si Yu."
"That girl is good," praised Meng Jin sincerely. He had a less favorable impression of Tang Yue initially due to Meng Yanzhi's issues, but after meeting her, he realized Meng Yanzhi was just overzealous.
Thinking of Meng Yanzhi, Meng Jin's expression turned a bit unnatural. He wasn't lenient with Meng Yanzhi, but his actions almost harmed his future daughter-in-law. Si Yu already disliked him as a father; would this worsen it?
Meng Jin regretted it, wishing he had sternly taught Meng Yanzhi a lesson the first time and avoided subsequent troubles.
Amidst her happiness, Mo Xiaolin did not notice Meng Jin's regrets. She said, "I'll get you a pair of chopsticks."
"Let go," Mo Xiaolin whispered, afraid of being heard by Tang Yue and Mo Siyu inside the house. Being an elder, she felt embarrassed in front of her future daughter-in-law.
"No, let's go together." Meng Jin held onto her hand, as if fearing she might run away.
Until they reached the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, and even while sitting at the table to eat, Meng Jin's hand never let go.
"How can I eat with just one hand?" Mo Xiaolin looked helplessly at Meng Jin. He was holding her right hand. Without a hand, how could she eat?
Meng Jin glanced and eventually, reluctantly let go of her hand. He looked at Mo Xiaolin's hand and said with emotion, "Xiaolin, I wish I could hold your hand forever, never to part again."
Letting go had led to a separation of twenty-seven years.
Mo Xiaolin asked, "You, didn't get married?"
Meng Jin naturally replied, "Neither did you."
Mo Xiaolin's lips curled into a smile, and she began eating from her bowl, "Xiao Yue's cooking is really good."
"It's been a long time since I've had a meal made by you," remarked Meng Jin. He remembered that Mo Xiaolin was quite the cook, unfortunately, he hadn't tasted her cooking in years.
"I'll make steamed eggplant for you tomorrow," said Mo Xiaolin as that dish reminded her of the past when times were tough, yet that simple steamed eggplant was Meng Jin's favorite.
Simply steamed in a pot, dressed with some oil and salt, then mixed โ it was uniquely delicious and satisfying.
If not minding the trouble, frying some chili in oil before tossing the steamed eggplants in it and adding a bit of soy sauce also made for an exceptionally tasty dish.
"It's a deal," said Meng Jin. Despite the dishes not being made by Mo Xiaolin, eating together with her made him profoundly happy. He had imagined such scenes countless times in his mind, even thinking he might never meet Xiaolin again in this lifetime. Fortunately, fate was kind to him.
Meng Jin ate and laughed, happily serving dishes to Mo Xiaolin.
Inside the house.
Tang Yue looked at the bowl of rice and dishes, saying, "Let's eat together."
"Sure," Mo Siyu replied without hesitation, taking a bite and then passing it to Tang Yue.


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