Chapter 260: Cry

When the pan in the woman's hand fell due to shock, Luo Ziling rushed forward as if being possessed by the gods, and grabbed the falling plate.
The plate was so hot that he almost cried out when it was hot.
Hurry up with the other hand, and after holding a corner of the plate in each hand, it finally stopped being hot.
What made him very satisfied was that none of the dishes on the plate fell off.
Quickly put the plate on the table.
While placing the plates, Luo Ziling wiped his eyes very quickly with his sleeve.
After wiping away the tears that were rolling down, he slowly turned around and faced the woman with red eyes.
Ling Ruonan was already crying, and her tears rolled down like a dam that broke the embankment.
But she tried to laugh, but she couldn't laugh at all.
Luo Ziling wanted to laugh too, but he couldn't laugh either. When the corners of his mouth were pulled to both sides, his tears flowed more happily, and he couldn't stop it.
Seeing Luo Ziling also burst into tears, Ling Ruonan couldn't control herself anymore and cried.
Luo Ziling wanted to walk over, wipe the tears from her face, and then threw into her arms, calling out "Mom" loudly.
But facing the tearful Ling Ruonan, he felt that his legs seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't move away. In the end, he stood still and looked at Ling Ruonan, who was crying more and more sad.
There was a feeling of water droplets hanging on his face, as if being rained, and then the feet wearing socks also felt water droplets dripping down.
Luo Ziling knew that those were his tears.
The man didn't brush it lightly when he had tears, but he didn't reach the emotional point.
Luo Ziling felt that the tears he shed just now were more than he could remember for more than ten years.
When he was a child, no matter how wronged or injured he was, he would not cry or shed tears.
When I grow up, I will never cry.
But today, he never thought that he would cry, just stand like this and let his tears flow away.
The mother and son stood at a distance of more than one meter, watching each other's tears rolling in.
In the end, Ling Ruonan came over first.
Ling Ruonan, whose eyes were red from crying, stretched out his hand and raised his cuff, raising his head to wipe the tears for Luo Ziling.
"Ling'er, stop crying," she whispered softly as she wiped her tears, "stop crying, okay?"
Although she said that, her own tears flowed more joyfully.
For so many years, except when Luo Ziling was taken away by her grandfather, she cried fiercely. In the following nineteen years, before Luo Ziling came to Yanjing, she never shed a tear in front of others. The tears shed today have already wetted her clothes and apron. If measured, they must be more secretly than the tears shed in the past two decades.
When Ling Ruonan wiped his tears with his sleeve, Luo Ziling wanted to call "Mom".
But after opening his mouth several 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 still couldn't laugh, and couldn't stop the tears.
Luo Ziling turned around, drew a stack of tissues from the dining table, and wiped the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.
Because of crying too fiercely, Ling Ruonan's eyes were very red, and his eyes were a little puffy.
Luo Ziling drew a few tissues, but just couldn't wipe the tears on Ling Ruonan's face.
Finally, Ling Ruonan took the tissue from his hand and wiped his eyes with the tissue that 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 stop the tears.
Ling Ruonan lowered his head, wiped a few eyes with a tissue, and then raised his head, revealing a very ugly smile: "You sit down for a while, and I will cook another soup."
With that, despite Luo Ziling's reaction, he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
But after walking into the kitchen, she couldn't cry again.
He smoked 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 wiped his eyes for two minutes before he started cooking.
There is also a tomato egg soup, which is also Luo Ziling's favorite dish.
Ling Ruonan's shoulders still shrugged while cooking the soup, and she wiped her eyes from time to time, but she still couldn't control her emotions.
Luo Ziling just stood behind her like this, watching quietly.
This woman who has kept him in a dream for twenty years, this woman who is closest to him but has not seen since she was sensible, still feels unreal when she truly stands in front of her today.
He barely blinked, fearing that with a blink of his eyes, 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 crying red eyes after turning around, and she was even more afraid that Luo Ziling would cry again.
Of course, she also wanted to prepare all the dishes, and then accompany Luo Ziling to have a good meal.
While he was eating, watch him carefully and talk to him.
Soon, the tomato egg soup was cooked. When Ling Ruonan was about to bring it out, Luo Ziling who had been watching immediately walked into the kitchen.
"Let me come," his tears stopped, and he quickly stepped forward, grabbing the soup before Ling Ruonan.
Ling Ruonan had to let him. After a little dazed, she untied her apron, then drew a few tissues~EbookFREE.me~ and wiped her eyes, and then followed Luo Ziling to the restaurant.
The table is full of dangdang, eight dishes and one soup, very hearty.
"Sit down," Ling Ruonan finally showed a "laughing" expression, "The dishes are cold."
"Yeah," Luo Ziling nodded, and sat down cautiously.
Ling Ruonan sat down beside him, picked up a pair of chopsticks, took a piece of large lobster meat and a scallop, and put it in Luo Ziling's bowl.
"I heard your grandpa said what you like to eat, but it hasn't been cooked for a long time. I don't know how it tastes." Ling Ruonan put the chopsticks into Luo Ziling's hands, and once again showed an ugly smile, "Taste the taste first. By the way, do you want to drink? There is old Yuezhou wine. Let me have a drink with you."
"Well," Luo Ziling replied obediently, picked up a piece of lobster, put it in his mouth and bit it in.
It's just that he can't taste any taste, the taste buds have already been soaked in tears, temporarily losing the function of taste.
When Luo Ziling was eating, Ling Ruonan looked at him without blinking. She didn't care about eating, so she 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 just went on the market, you can taste it."
Seeing that Luo Ziling had finished eating the dishes in the bowl, she picked up another pair of chopsticks and put the dishes 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 herself again, tears streaming down again.
(End of this chapter)