Huang Meiling brought over the last dish and happened to see this scene. She quickly smiled and served a bowl of sweet soup to her daughter.

"Mingzhu, try this soup and see if you like it."

Xie Mingzhu thanked her, picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a small spoonful, tasted it, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Although this soup is simple to make and uses ordinary ingredients, for some reason, the aroma of the eggs blends perfectly with the sweet scent of the cornmeal.

With the addition of jujubes and goji berries, the flavor is indescribably harmonious and rich, as if all the aromas of the ingredients themselves have been brought out, yet everything is just right.

Xie Mingzhu's taste buds were immediately captivated; it was so delicious that she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Huang Meiling, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of her heart.

"Is it delicious?"

Xie Mingzhu nodded vigorously.

"It's delicious, Mom's cooking is really good."

Huang Meiling smiled and lovingly raised her hand to gently pat her daughter's head, as if making up for the childhood she hadn't been able to witness.

"Mom knew you'd love this. This corn sweet soup is my specialty and my favorite soup."

"Xie Wanying used to dislike it at all. Whenever this soup was on the table, she wouldn't even look at it and would complain that I always made this soup..."

“I used to think it was just a difference in personal taste, and that my daughter just doesn’t taste like me.”

"I never imagined that it wasn't just that she didn't look like her, but that she wasn't my daughter at all."

Coming to her senses, Huang Meiling looked at Xie Mingzhu and Huang Meiling with eyes full of love, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt that everything about her made sense.

As expected, the fake can never become the real thing; this is how her daughter should be.

"Sweetie, if you like it, Mommy will make it for you often from now on, okay?"

Xie Mingzhu was taken aback for a moment, seemingly flattered, but then, remembering what Huang Meiling had said to her, she nodded.

"Yes, I'll learn how to make this soup in the future, and I'll make it for you then."

The scene of motherly love and filial piety made Xie Wenyuan, Shu Ying, and Xie Zhiyan, who were watching from the side, smile with emotion.

This is the first time in so many years that Xie Zhiyan has truly felt the joy of family reunion.

Although he didn't show it too obviously because of his personality, he still unknowingly ate an extra bowl of rice, plus a lot of other dishes.

Huang Meiling and Xie Wenyuan watched their son and daughter eat so heartily, and their smiles never faded throughout the meal.

Influenced by the atmosphere, the two children ate their meal with great relish, swinging their legs the whole time.

The two little ones imitated their grandparents, parents, and others, standing on stools with their hands on the edge of the table, and trying their best to serve food to their aunt.

"Auntie, eat more! You'll have the strength to fight off those bad guys who bully you!"

Xie Mingzhu smiled and patted her nephew and niece's heads. Overjoyed, she ate an extra half bowl of rice.

The family ate and chatted leisurely, making the already fragrant food seem even more delicious.

As they chatted, the topic of going to Duanqiao Village came up, and Xie Zhiyan, somewhat worried, immediately expressed his opinion.

"Have you decided on which day to go? I'll ask for leave."

When Huang Meiling and Xie Wenyuan heard that he was going to come along, they quickly waved their hands.

"No need, no need. You already have so little vacation time and so many things to do. How could such a small matter delay you?"

"Anyway, the first thing we do when we get there is to report it to the police. It's not that dangerous."