Feng Jingrou looked at the menu and said, "First, five large meat buns, and then a beggar's chicken."
An An loves chicken. Roasted chicken is soft and tender, perfect for babies.
"A plate of braised pork."
Xiaoli loves to eat.
"A plate of spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs."
Qin Ting and Qin Ling love these two dishes.
Finally, they ordered the mushroom stewed chicken, which was Qin Che’s favorite dish when he was a child.
When the waiter heard that she ordered so many meat dishes, he became more enthusiastic.
She wrote down the names of the dishes and professionally reminded, "Comrade, you ordered two chicken-related dishes. Would you like to change one?"
She thought Feng Jingrou had clicked the wrong button.
"No need to change, just do it like this." Feng Jingrou said with a smile.
Her children like it, so it’s not repetitive.
The waiter responded immediately and ran happily to the back kitchen.
After Feng Jingrou ordered the dishes, she realized that all the children were looking at her.
She touched her face in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Seeing that all the children had red eyes, she felt even more puzzled and hurriedly asked them what was wrong.
Qin Li was the youngest and couldn't keep secrets. Of course, that was excluding Qin An'an, the youngest who couldn't speak.
"Mom, you only ordered five buns, and all the dishes you ordered were our favorites. You didn't order anything you liked!"
"Mom, can you order a dish you like?"
While Qin Li was speaking, Qin Ting could no longer hold back her tears. She lowered her head, shrugged her shoulders, and tried hard not to cry out loud.
Feng Jingrou didn't expect the children to be so considerate. Her chest was filled with warmth, but her nose was sore. With tears in her eyes, she comforted them: "Whatever you like to eat, Mom also likes to eat!"
Suddenly, a warm little hand held Feng Jingrou's big hand.
Feng Jingrou looked down and saw her little daughter, as pretty as a porcelain doll, looking up at her intently, her big, clear eyes filled with confusion.
【Mom, have you forgotten what you like to eat? 】
Feng Jingrou: ...
It seems to be true. Since she got married, she cooks dishes that her husband and parents-in-law like every day. Now that she has children, she cooks dishes that her children like.
It seems like I haven’t thought about what I like to eat for a long time.
When Qin Anan used to surf the internet, she'd often come across posts from new mothers in the middle of the night, broken down. Seeing them lose themselves for their children, trapped in marriages their entire lives, living only for their children and husbands, some even suffering from depression from the overwhelming pressure, Qin Anan felt deeply distressed.
[Mom, you must remember what you like to eat, okay?]
[You should not only remember the dishes you like to eat, but also the things you like to do, the books you want to read, and the future you once dreamed of...]
【Mom, you are not only a mom, you are yourself first.】
【Please, remember your past self! 】
Feng Jingrou couldn't hold back her emotions when she heard An An's inner thoughts.
She found an excuse and rushed out of the state-owned hotel, hid in the alley at the corner of the street, and cried her heart out where no one could see her.
Through her tearful eyes, she seemed to see a girl in a ballet costume walking slowly into the alley.
She gently took Feng Jingrou's hand.
"Long time no see, me!"
Feng Jingrou looked at the girl distressedly: "Long time no see!"
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After calming down, I returned to the hotel lobby as if nothing had happened, and the food had already been served.
Several children gathered around the delicious food, but no one picked up their chopsticks. They all waited for her quietly.
"Eat, eat quickly!" Feng Jingrou was afraid that the children were hungry, so she quickly sat down at the table and said.
She grabbed the big buns and distributed them to the children one by one.
"Xiao Che's... Xiao Ting's... Xiao Ling's... Xiao Li's... and the last one is our most adorable An An's big bun!"
After Feng Jingrou distributed the buns, she looked down and saw there was still one bun on the plate.
She looked up in surprise and confirmed that every child had a bun in his hand.
One more?
Feng Jingrou was just about to call the waiter to tell her that there was one extra order.
Qin Anan grabbed the bun with her little hands and brought it to her mother's mouth with a smile, her voice crisp and cute: "Mom...Mom..."
Feng Jingrou's eyes widened in surprise.
"An An, you can call 'Mom' now?!"
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