"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 beautiful—a 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. Original content can be found at NovelHub(.)net "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 — 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. 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. Tang Yue only remembered then that Mo Siyu only brought one bowl and a pair of chopsticks, with one dish. "You dislike that I've eaten?" Mo Siyu's dark eyes stared at her, those eyes gazed at her as if to say, if she didn't eat this bite, it would be like disliking him. "No." Tang Yue quickly shoveled a mouthful of food and vegetables. Mo Siyu used the chopsticks she had used, and took a bite of food, feeling that the same food tasted even sweeter. Tang Yue's eyes swiveled, actually she really wanted to hear what Mo Xiaolin and Meng Jin would say upon their reunion. But eavesdropping on her future in-laws was obviously not appropriate, especially with Mo Siyu still present. She didn't know what was being said outside, but Tang Yue felt that she and Mo Siyu were very sweetly in love. Since being with Mo Siyu, he refreshed her perception of him over and over again. The him of the past was serious, even somewhat rigid, only to find out later that he was quite smooth with sweet words, never shy to take advantage when joking, but now she realized, Mo Siyu really knew how to charm! His gaze was so passionate, every move he made was like a feather, stirring her heart. After finishing the bowl of rice, there was still a lingering sense of longing. Suddenly, Mo Siyu reached out, and Tang Yue startled, feeling the corner of her mouth wiped by him, a grain of rice was hooked away. "Um, it must have accidentally got there," said Tang Yue. The next moment, she saw Mo Siyu eat that grain of rice, and Tang Yue's face turned red, blinking her eyes. Mo Siyu leaned closer to her and kissed the corner of her lips, saying, "I've already had your saliva, why worry about this?" Tang Yue's cheeks reddened even more. The sound of Mo Xiaolin and Meng Jin putting away dishes came from outside. Mo Siyu took the bowl and also brought it out. Tang Yue quietly followed him, not that it mattered if she didn't go out, but once she did, she felt like a wave of affection was poured over her. In the kitchen, Meng Jin and Mo Xiaolin were washing dishes, cooperating in the task, occasionally glancing at each other, the affection in their eyes was hard for Tang Yue to believe that these were people who had been apart for over twenty years. They looked just like an old married couple, comforting and intimate! No, even more sweet than old couples, the kitchen's small world seemed complete in itself, they, though not physically close, made one feel like an outsider, unable to blend in. Meng Jin conversed easily, Mo Xiaolin laughed happily. Mo Xiaolin's laughter was captivating, her eyes and brows curved, she used to smile before but not like now, a genuine laugh from deep within, radiating an emotion named 'happiness'. Mo Siyu stood there, a trace of guilt in his eyes, Tang Yue stepped forward and took his hand saying, "Si Yu, their reunion owes much to you." Mo Siyu glanced at her, gazing intently. Tang Yue playfully smiled and said, "If it weren't for you being here, how could Mom reunite with… him?" "But." I've known for a long time. Mo Siyu lowered his eyes, seeing his own mother laugh so happily, he somewhat regretted, if he had told Mo Xiaolin earlier, wouldn't she have been this happy sooner?