Su Jianwei nodded, looked at the jujube paste pastry in his hand and said, "This is what my mother made for me this morning."
"Your mother's cooking is quite good."
Su Jian smiled and said, "My mother can cook everything. The food she cooks is the most delicious in the world!"
The old lady looked at the proud Su Jianwei with a kind smile on her face, and then, as if she was thinking of something, a hint of bitterness flashed in her eyes.
"My daughter once said the same thing to me." The old lady's voice was a little low.
After she finished speaking, perhaps realizing that her emotions were showing, she continued, "You eat, grandma will take a nap."
"good."
After the old lady fell asleep, the man next to her named Tingsheng was quietly reading a newspaper.
When the old lady woke up, Rong Tingsheng put down the newspaper in his hand and asked his aunt kindly if she needed anything.
Although this man is only the old lady's nephew, he is considerate and attentive, just like her own son.
When the flight attendant was distributing the airplane meals at noon, the old lady and the man next to them directly refused.
The man opened the luggage rack above the seat and took out a dark gray package.
The package was opened, revealing a three-layer wooden box with different dishes on each layer, and a faint smell of heat.
Su Jianwei took a quick glance at it. It was small and exquisite, and looked very valuable.
The old lady thought of Su Jianwei's initiative to share before, so she handed her wooden lunch box in Su Jianwei's direction, "Child, do you want to try it?"
"No need grandma, I'm full."
Although Su Jianwei also felt that airplane meals were not tasty, she did not have the habit of wasting food.
Not only did she eat up all the airplane meals, she also finished the date paste biscuits that Lin Yulan had packed for her.
There was another meal two hours before getting off the plane, but the old lady and the man still didn't eat.
After Su Jianwei finished her airplane meal, she handed the garbage to the flight attendant to throw away, and then took out some osmanthus cake from her bag.
"Um, classmate, can you sell it to me for a few dollars?"
Rong Tingsheng remembers that his aunt loved to eat osmanthus cake the most. Not only did she like to eat it, she also liked to make it.
If this trip had not been a last-minute and rushed decision, he would not have failed to book a first-class flight and prepare more food.
The old lady didn't like the food on the plane and finished her lunch.
It’s okay for him to be hungry, but not for the old lady.
Fortunately, the pastries that the girl took out looked quite delicate, and they were made by her mother herself, so they should be better than those sold in the store.
He had just seen his aunt give the pastry several glances, so he made his request very tactfully.
"Just a few cakes, no charge."
"Then I'll trade with you!"
Rong Tingsheng took out a piece of imported chocolate from his bag and handed it to Su Jianwei.
"good."
It was around nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived in the capital. We had traveled together all the way, and although we didn't know each other, we still said a simple goodbye after getting off the plane.
Rong Tingsheng glanced at the girl who was leaving, raised the osmanthus cake he had been holding and said, "Aunt, if you don't want to eat it, I'll throw it away."
Rong Wanting glared at Rong Tingsheng, "The little girl's mother made this herself. Even if you don't cherish it, don't waste it."
Young Master Rong Qi, who was once a carefree and unrestrained young man in Hong Kong's upper class society, was now like a quail, obediently listening to his aunt's lecture.
"Then I'll eat it. It smells delicious."
Rong Wanting shook her head as she looked at Rong Tingsheng, who was in his thirties and still acted like a child. After she took two steps, she realized that Rong Tingsheng, who had been following her, did not move.
Rong Wanting turned around and looked at her nephew with a frown, "What's wrong?"
Rong Tingsheng was surprised and said, "Well, I just feel that this osmanthus cake tastes the same as the one you made, auntie."
"Same?"
"I can't say they're exactly the same, but they're very similar." Rong Tingsheng took another bite of the osmanthus cake and recalled, "This osmanthus cake not only has the sweet osmanthus flavor, but also a faint peanut flavor..."
Before Rong Tingsheng could finish his words, he saw his aunt stride up to him, pick up the remaining piece of osmanthus cake and put it into her mouth.
The moment Rong Wanting tasted the osmanthus cake, her eyes instantly turned red.
That date paste pastry was not my illusion, it was really made by Lin Qishan, he is not dead!
"Sister Yu, my sister Yu!"
Rong Wanting held onto Rong Tingsheng tightly, "The only ones who put peanuts in osmanthus cake are Lin Qishan and me. No, Yu Jie'er too!"
"Go, go find that girl, go!"
She said it was her mother who did it, so could her mother be her daughter?
Rong Tingsheng looked at the extremely excited Rong Wanting and quickly comforted her, "Aunt, don't worry, I'll go right away, you wait here!"
My aunt's family has been looking for my cousin for decades, but there has been no news. Unexpectedly, they got some news today.
On the other side, Su Jianwei, who had already taken a taxi and left, had no idea what was happening behind him, and had no idea that he had actually missed Lin Yulan's biological mother.
Rong Tingsheng searched around the airport but couldn't find Su Jianwei. Instead, he found his cousin who came to the airport to pick them up.
"What did you say?" Zhou Ruiyuan frowned.
"There's news about my cousin! We just met a little girl on the plane. The pastries her mother makes use of my aunt's exclusive recipe, so my aunt asked me to hurry out and chase her."
Zhou Ruiyuan clenched his fists and said calmly, "How old is she? What does she look like? What does she wear?"
After Rong Tingsheng finished describing Su Jianwei's figure and appearance to Zhou Ruiyuan and the people around him, he suddenly looked at Zhou Ruiyuan and said, "Don't mention it, that girl's eyes look a bit like yours."
Zhou Ruiyuan took a deep breath and immediately asked his men to find the broadcasting room.
But it was too late. Su Jianwei was no longer here, so how could he hear their broadcast?
In the end, Rong Tingsheng and Zhou Ruiyuan had no choice but to return to where Rong Wanting was, but when they returned, Rong Wanting was no longer there.
After discovering that the old lady was missing, the two were so scared that they immediately found the airport staff.
We’ll talk about that girl later, whose identity we’re still unsure of. Nothing is more important now than finding Rong Wanting.
Fortunately, the old lady was old and did not leave the airport. Rong Tingsheng and Zhou Ruiyuan found her at the airport exit.
After seeing Rong Tingsheng, Rong Wanting hurriedly asked, "Where's the child? Have you found the child?"
Rong Tingsheng shook his head.
Rong Wanting panicked all of a sudden. She pushed Rong Tingsheng and said, "Go find her again! Where can she go so late at night? My Yujie..."
"mom!"
Zhou Ruiyuan forced his eyes to turn red as his mother looked at him with a worried and frightened expression.
"Those might be two cakes with similar shapes and tastes. Maybe it's just a coincidence, just an accident!"
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