Two Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Cry

When the plate in the woman's hand fell due to fright, Luo Ziling rushed forward nimbly, as if possessed by gods, and grabbed the falling plate.

The plate was so hot that he almost cried out.

Quickly go up with the other hand, and after holding a corner of the plate in each hand, it finally stopped burning.

What made him very satisfied was that none of the dishes on the plate fell down.

Quickly put the plate on the table.

While setting the dishes, 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 was already sobbing, her tears rolled down like a dam that had burst its embankment.

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 drawn to the sides, his tears flowed even more happily, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Seeing that Luo Ziling was also in tears, Ling Ruonan couldn't control himself anymore and cried out loud.

Luo Ziling really wanted to go over, wipe the tears off her face, throw herself into her arms, and call out "Mom" loudly.

But facing the tearful Ling Ruonan, he felt that his legs seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't move forward no matter what. In the end, he stood where he was, looking at Ling Ruonan who cried more and more sadly.

There was a feeling of water droplets hanging on the face, as if being drenched by rain, and then the feet in socks also felt water droplets dripping down.

Luo Ziling knew that those were his tears.

The man didn't shake his tears lightly, but he didn't reach the emotional point.

Luo Ziling felt that the tears shed just now were more than he could remember in the past ten years or so.

When he was young, no matter how much he was wronged or hurt, he would never cry or shed tears.

When I grow up, I don't shed tears even more.

But today, he who never thought he would cry, just stood like this and let the tears flow.

The mother and son stood at a distance of more than one meter, watching each other's tears rolling down.

In the end, Ling Ruonan came over first.

Ling Ruonan, whose eyes were red from crying, stretched out his hand and raised his cuff, raised his head to wipe Luo Ziling's tears.

"Ling'er, don't cry," she murmured softly while wiping her tears, "Stop crying, okay?"

Even though she said this, her own tears flowed more happily.

For so many years, except when Luo Ziling was taken away by her grandfather and she cried hard, in the next 19 years, before Luo Ziling came to Yanjing, she never shed a single tear in front of anyone. The tears shed today have already soaked her clothes and apron. If measured, there must be more tears shed in secret than in the past twenty years.

When Ling Ruonan wiped his tears with his sleeve, Luo Ziling really wanted to call "Mom".

But after opening his mouth a few times, he still couldn't scream, his mouth was full of salty bitterness.

"Stop crying, it's all my fault," Ling Ruonan tried to laugh, but she still couldn't, and couldn't stop crying.

Luo Ziling turned around, took a stack of tissues from the dining table, and wiped away the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.

Because of crying too hard, Ling Ruonan's eyes were very red, and the area around the 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 snatched 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, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Ling Ruonan lowered his head, wiped his eyes a few times with a tissue, then raised his head, showing a very ugly smile: "You sit down for a while, and I'll cook 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 broke down in tears again.

Pulled out a pile of paper, but did not wipe away the tears in his eyes.

Luo Ziling's tears finally stopped, but instead of sitting down, he walked to the kitchen door and quietly watched Ling Ruonan wipe his eyes.

He saw Ling Ruonan wipe his 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 cooking the soup, Ling Ruonan still shrugged her shoulders and wiped her eyes from time to time, she still couldn't control her emotions.

Luo Ziling stood behind her like this, watching quietly.

This woman who has haunted him for twenty years, this woman whom he is closest to but has never seen since he was sensible, when he stood in front of him for real today, he still felt unreal.

He hardly blinked, afraid that if he blinked, the woman in front of him would disappear.

Ling Ruonan didn't turn around, she knew that Luo Ziling was standing behind her, she was afraid that Luo Ziling would see her red eyes from crying after she turned around, and she was even more afraid that Luo Ziling would shed tears again.

Of course, she also wanted to cook all the dishes well, and then have a good meal with Luo Ziling.

Watch him and talk to him while he eats.

Soon, the tomato and egg soup was ready, and when Ling Ruonan was about to serve it, Luo Ziling, who had been watching, immediately walked into the kitchen.

"I'll do it," his tears had stopped, he stepped forward quickly, and picked up the soup before Ling Ruonan.

Ling Ruonan had no choice but to let him. After a little dazed, she took off her apron, took out a few more tissues, wiped her eyes, and then followed Luo Ziling to the restaurant.

The table is full, eight dishes and one soup, very rich.

"Sit down," Ling Ruonan finally showed a "laughing" expression, "The food is cold."

"Yeah," Luo Ziling nodded, and sat down cautiously.

Ling Ruonan sat down beside him, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of lobster meat and a scallop, and put them in Luo Ziling's bowl.

"I heard from your grandfather what kind of food you like to eat, but it's been a long time since you cooked it, so I don't know how it tastes." Ling Ruonan handed the chopsticks to Luo Ziling's hands, and showed an ugly smile again, "Taste the taste first , By the way, do you want to drink? There is Yuezhou old wine. Let me have a drink with you."

"En," Luo Ziling obediently responded, picked up a piece of lobster, put it in his mouth and bit it.

It's just that he can't taste anything, his taste buds have already been soaked in tears, and he has 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 released on the market. You can taste it."

Seeing that Luo Ziling finished eating the food in the bowl, she picked up another pair of chopsticks and put the food in his bowl.

Soon, the bowl in front of Luo Ziling was full.

Looking at the hill-like dishes in front of him, Luo Ziling couldn't control himself again, tears streaming down his face again.