Looking at the table full of fragrant dishes, and Feng Haidong wearing an apron and carrying the dishes.

Lu Wanling felt like she didn't even recognize her husband anymore.

It's worth noting that since their marriage, although Feng Haidong has cooked before, he has almost never taken the initiative to cook like this.

In Lu Wanling's memory, her husband only cooked a few times, and that was because she was working overtime and didn't have time to come home and cook.

Whether it was the crayfish last night or the sumptuous meal at noon today.

These were all things that had never appeared in Lu Wanling's memory.

Feng Haidong put down the vegetables in his hand, gently swatted away his son's hand reaching for them, and said, "Hurry up and put down your schoolbag and wash your hands. How can you eat without washing your hands after coming back from outside?"

Her husband's words of admonishment towards their son brought Lu Wanling back to reality.

She first smiled and said to her son, "Put your schoolbag down. You're carrying it home with you. Aren't you afraid it will be too heavy and stunt your growth?"

After helping her son put down his schoolbag, Lu Wanling watched as he ran into the bathroom to wash his hands.

She then turned to her husband and asked, "Why did you prepare such a big meal today?"

Feng Haidong said with a smile, "Isn't it because my article was accepted by the newspaper today? There's no work at the factory, so I left work early to come home and cook a nice meal for you and the baby."

Lu Wanling looked carefully at the dishes on the table and couldn't help but say, "I never knew you were such a good cook!"

Feng Haidong laughed and said, "Haha, I was just being modest and saving face for you. Otherwise, if I showed off my skills too well, wouldn't you feel embarrassed that your skills are not as good as mine?"

Upon hearing her husband's words, Lu Wanling reached out and pinched his waist.

At the same time, she said coquettishly, "Hmph, I think you're just making excuses for being lazy. You can do it yourself, and you do it so well, but you just don't want to work and make me serve you."

Feng Haidong was pinched by his wife, and immediately cried out in pain, "Ouch, you hit me too hard! Are you trying to murder your husband?"

Lu Wanling laughed and said, "Who told you not to cook properly before?"

Feng Haidong pulled his wife into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I will definitely cook more meals from now on so that you and the children can eat well every day."

These words came from Feng Haidong's heart.

Because in his previous life, Feng Haidong rarely cooked.

Or rather, in his previous life, Feng Haidong was not very good at cooking, and his wife was almost always the only one who could cook at home.

Even later, when his wife went to help take care of their son and daughter, she would prepare meals for Feng Haidong in advance, or rush back at noon to cook for him.

In his previous life, Feng Haidong never felt there was anything wrong with this and always gladly accepted his wife cooking for him.

It wasn't until his wife passed away first, leaving Feng Haidong suddenly an elderly man living alone, that he truly understood the hardships his wife had endured and deeply missed her kindness.

If it were just Feng Haidong on his own, he could actually manage to eat whatever he wanted every day.

However, later on, his daughter's son went to school near Feng Haidong's house, and he would have lunch at Feng Haidong's house every day at noon.

At first, the daughter ordered takeout for the grandfather and grandson, but later they got tired of the takeout.

The daughter and son-in-law want to hire someone to cook at their home.

However, Feng Haidong refused, saying confidently that he could cook for his grandson.

The first time they cooked, they made a complete mess in the kitchen, and in the end, the grandfather and grandson had to go out and find a small restaurant for lunch.

However, after that incident, Feng Haidong learned his lesson and began to seriously learn cooking skills.

Perhaps it was because at that time, for the lonely Feng Haidong, he hoped that he could still do something for the children and show that he still had some value.

Feng Haidong is really serious. He has collected many cooking videos on his phone and follows them carefully again and again.

Ultimately, this experience helped Feng Haidong develop some decent culinary skills.

Before Feng Haidong fell seriously ill, he cooked New Year's Eve dinner for his whole family for two years.

When he hears his grandchildren praising his cooking, it is one of the happiest moments in Feng Haidong's past life.

Now that he's been reborn, Feng Haidong naturally wants his wife to taste his cooking.

The couple stood embracing at the dining table, snuggling together and feeling each other's tenderness.

Just as the couple was enjoying the moment, a small head suddenly peeked out from behind them.

Feng Qifan appeared at a very inopportune moment and asked, "Mom and Dad, what are you doing? Are we not going to eat?"

The sudden appearance of their son broke the atmosphere between the couple.

Lu Wanling immediately broke free from her husband's embrace and said, "Okay, Mom will go wash her hands too, and then we can eat. Try your dad's cooking for lunch today."

Watching his wife go to the bathroom to wash her hands, Feng Haidong looked down at his son and said, "You little rascal, you really know how to pick your time. Can't you let your mom and dad hold you a little longer?"

Feng Qifan is no longer as afraid of his father as he used to be.

Especially seeing the smile on my father's face.

He mustered his courage and said, "Dad, you and Mom can hug each other every day, right? What's a little while? I'm really hungry."

After saying this, Feng Qifan realized that he probably shouldn't have said it.

He looked at his father nervously, worried that his father would scold him.

Feng Haidong did not scold his son. Instead, he smiled and patted his son's head, saying, "You're right, you little rascal. Mom and Dad can hug each other every day. Let's eat first. Don't sit down. Come with Dad to the kitchen and get the bowls and chopsticks. Dad will make the soup."

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