Mrs. Mo excitedly grabbed Luo Yu's hand and said, "So it's you, child. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, Mo Han wouldn't have been able to return safely."
Luo Yu was confused by what Mrs. Mo said. It was as if he had saved Mo Han, but he had only met Mo Han not long ago.
Looking at the jade pendant on Luo Yu's chest, Mrs. Mo sighed and said, "This jade pendant is a token passed down from our Mo family to our daughter-in-law. I gave it to Mo Han at the beginning, but after he returned safely, he actually told me that he gave the jade pendant to a little boy who saved him. At that time, I thought he didn't understand the meaning of the jade pendant, but I didn't expect that he knew everything. It was because he knew that he specially gave the jade pendant away. My child, Mo Han waited and searched for you for twelve years. We had given up hope, but he really found you. You two are destined to be together."
Wait, what's going on? What's this about a token passed down to his daughter-in-law? What's this about waiting for him for twelve years? Luo Yu was genuinely confused. He turned around and asked Mo Han, who was standing beside him, "What's going on?"
Mo Han rubbed Luo Yu's head out of habit, then said, "Twelve years ago, I was kidnapped and taken to H City. After escaping, I met you in a garden in a residential complex. I was very hungry at the time, and you took the initiative to give me a piece of bread. Later, the kidnappers caught up with me and almost found me, but you took me away from them. Before I left, I gave you this jade pendant. Everything was settled, and when I went back to find you, you had already moved away."
"H City?" Luo Yu remembered. Yes, he had indeed heard his parents say that he had lived in H City for a while when he was young, but after he had a fever, he had no memory of what happened in H City. But, wasn't it unreasonable to give him such a valuable thing after giving him a piece of bread?
Seeing Luo Yu's confusion, Mo Han chuckled, "You forgot, you said that after saving me, you would let me be your bride like on TV." Of course, there were many other things he said at that time, which moved Mo Han very much.
A life-saving favor, a life-giving reward? Was he really that smart when he was little?
"Then how can you be sure that the person is me? Maybe I picked up this jade pendant." Luo Yu didn't believe that Mo Han would so rashly confirm that he was the little boy from that year based on a jade pendant.
"Of course, besides the jade pendant, there's also this." Mo Han took Luo Yu's right hand and gently rubbed the small birthmark on the back of his right index finger. It was because of a surveillance video that Luo Yu accidentally raised his hand, and the camera happened to capture the back of his hand, and the birthmark flashed by, which was also caught by Mo Han's sharp eyes. So he began to slowly approach Luo Yu, and after investigating everything about him, he finally confirmed with absolute certainty that Luo Yu was the little boy who saved him that year.
It turned out to be the birthmark on his hand. Luo Yu had never expected that he and Mo Han would have such a dramatic story. No wonder he felt from the beginning that Mo Han seemed to be deliberately getting close to him. However, Luo Yu would never ask Mo Han whether he wanted to repay a favor or really loved him, because eyes can't lie.
"You see, you and Mo Han are really destined to be together. Back then, after you moved away, Mo Han had been looking for you. My son was good in every way except that he was too persistent. For so many years, he had no companion by his side. We were so anxious that our hair turned white. Fortunately, we finally found you." Old Mrs. Mo patted Luo Yu's hand, her eyes moist.
"You really don't mind me and Mo Han being together?" While same-sex marriage is legal in China, it's still not as open as in other countries, and some of China's major families still have very traditional ideas and perspectives. That's why Luo Yu was so surprised. After all he'd said, he couldn't hear any objection from Mr. and Mrs. Mo.
"What's so daunting about this? I'm not a stickler for tradition. Technology is so advanced these days; if you want offspring, you can just find a surrogate. Besides, even if I object, do you really want to separate?" Someone from another family might object, but Old Man Mo had been in business for many years and had spent time abroad, so he was relatively open-minded. Furthermore, he'd seen Mo Han nagging Luo Yu for years. He didn't want to be like the previous family head who, because he didn't agree with his son marrying a man, tried to forcibly separate the two young people, only to die in a car accident while eloping.
This incident caused a huge stir in Kyoto at the time. Even if the patriarch of that family regretted his actions, he couldn't save his son's life. This was a bloody lesson, and Mr. Mo didn't want to be like that patriarch. Furthermore, he had a strong liking for Luo Yu, so it was even more impossible for him to object.
"Then why just now..." Although Luo Yu was mentally prepared and appeared calm on the surface, when the old man got angry in the banquet hall just now, his words were full of opposition to them.
"Haha, Luo boy, don't mind me. I'm just mad at that bad boy of mine. He finally found a partner, but he didn't bring her home for us to see. He doesn't take us parents seriously. Of course I have to scare him." Grandpa Mo said with a smile. Recently, Grandpa Mo has become more and more playful, and his favorite thing is to put on a stern face and scare people.
In fact, Luo Yu wanted to say that he was also scared. When he followed him upstairs, he had already thought of a plan to deal with the situation in his head, but now it seems that it is useless.
Mrs. Mo glanced at Mr. Mo, then said to Luo Yu kindly, "Xiaoyu, don't worry. Neither of us objects to your relationship with Mo Han. You can walk your own path. I just hope that once you make your choice, you won't regret it."
Old Lady Mo had always had a fond impression of Luo Yu. She had actually hesitated about the possibility of Luo Yu becoming her daughter-in-law. After all, Luo Yu was still young, and the future was uncertain. She was afraid that her son would be stubborn and would regret it when he couldn't let go. That was the outcome Old Lady Mo least wanted to see.
"I understand." Luo Yu understood what Mrs. Mo was worried about.
Seeing that Luo Yu really understood what she meant, Mrs. Mo felt relieved, "That's good that you understand. From now on, just call me Aunt Lian and call the old man Uncle Mo." Because before in G City, Luo Yu always called them grandpa and grandma. Now that she has become her son's "boyfriend" and may also become her daughter-in-law in the future, the name must be changed.
Luo Yu looked at Grandpa Mo, and Grandpa Mo nodded, "Just do as your Aunt Lian said, you call me grandpa, and you call me old." The old man felt awkward thinking about his future daughter-in-law calling him grandpa.
"Yes." Mr. and Mrs. Mo were surprisingly receptive. Perhaps it was due to their previous acquaintance, but also likely due to Mo Han's attitude over the years, which had already prepared them for the situation and prevented them from resisting. Whatever the reason, Luo Yu didn't care. He only knew that his relationship with Mo Han was recognized by the two patriarchs of the Mo family.
"Okay, let's stop here. Today is my 70th birthday. Boy Luo, aren't you going to give me any gifts?" asked Mr. Mo.
"Who would ask a junior for a gift like this? Aren't you ashamed?" Old Mrs. Mo rolled her eyes at Old Man Mo.
Old Master Mo said unconvincedly, "What's wrong with me asking my daughter-in-law for a gift? Is it illegal? Let's put it this way, I'm hungry too. How about Luo cook a dish for me as a gift today?" The last sentence is the key point.
Although he knew he was recognized, the old man's words "daughter-in-law" still made Luo Yu blush. However, the last request from Mr. Mo made Luo Yu feel embarrassed. Because he had lost his sense of taste, the dishes he cooked were simply inedible. How could he cook for the old man? Looking at the old man's expectant eyes, Luo Yu couldn't refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.
"Xiao Luo..." Mo Han looked at Luo Yu with some worry. The taste of the breakfast Luo Yu made this morning was still vivid in his mind, which made him realize that something was wrong with Luo Yu.
"No problem." Luo Yu looked up and smiled at Mo Han to comfort him.
Not understanding the truth, Mr. Mo blew his beard and glared, "Isn't it just asking Luo to make a dish for me? Is it necessary to make it like a life-and-death separation?"
"How can you talk like that, old man? Can't young people be in love?" Old Mrs. Mo glared at Old Mr. Mo, and then Old Mr. Mo felt aggrieved.
"Uncle Mo, please wait a moment, I'll do it right away." It was the old man's birthday, but Luo Yu didn't bring any birthday gifts. Although the old man might not care, Luo Yu still felt that he was being rude, so he was embarrassed to refuse the old man's request.
After they went downstairs, Luo Yu, led by Zhou Bo, walked into the Mo family's kitchen. Mo Han followed Luo Yu with some concern, while Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo returned to the banquet hall. After all, there were so many guests in the banquet hall.
Standing in the kitchen, Luo Yu was a little at a loss as to what to cook.
"If it really doesn't work, then don't do it." Mo Han didn't want to see Luo Yu in trouble.
"It's okay, I can do it. You go out first, there's a lot of smoke in here." Luo Yu pushed Mo Han out of the kitchen and closed the door. Mo Han had no choice but to wait outside the door.
Looking at the ingredients in the kitchen, as if to verify something, Luo Yu quickly stir-fried a simple stir-fry of vegetables. When he took a bite, it wasn't as bad as he'd imagined, but it wasn't as delicious as before either. It was just as ordinary as it could be. This morning, after learning that he had lost his sense of taste, Luo Yu was actually still affected. So, when he started cooking, the flavors were noticeably stronger. Now, with a little control, he didn't make such a serious mistake again.
"System, why can I still taste the food even though I've lost my sense of taste?" Luo Yu had actually wanted to ask this question this morning. It was unbelievable that he could still taste the food he'd cooked even though he'd lost his sense of taste.
"That's of course the credit of this system. If the host doesn't taste the food he makes, how can he know the importance of losing his sense of taste? But the host should not take any chances. The host can only taste the food he makes himself. At other times, or when tasting food made by others, the host's sense of taste will not recover." The system said arrogantly.
As expected, Luo Yu had actually come up with this guess this morning. The breakfast he'd made himself was inedible, so Uncle Zhou made some new ones. But when he ate those, he couldn't taste anything at all. It was as if his sense of taste had returned, only to be lost again the next second.
Because she didn't want Mo Han and Zhou Bo to notice, Luo Yu didn't cook at noon. She came to the kitchen here to verify her guess, so she didn't let Mo Han follow her in.
For a chef to lose their sense of taste is like a musician losing their hearing or a dancer losing their legs. Cooking conditions are constantly changing. Even if you maintain the same temperature and use the same tools, you can't guarantee the exact same size, shape, or texture of ingredients. Because they're not clones, machine-like precision is impossible. An experienced chef might be able to slowly adapt and adjust based on years of experience. But time is running out, and Luo Yu doesn't have the luxury of time to make those adjustments.
If he lost his sense of taste and couldn't taste the food he cooked, he wouldn't know where he went wrong. If the system did this, it would give him the opportunity to cheat and give him time to adapt.
"System, thank you." In fact, doing this would not be of much help to him now, but Luo Yu still thanked the system, even though the system was the culprit.
"What? Now is not the time to talk about this. There are still three hours until the end of the mission." The system would never admit that it felt a little shy when it heard Luo Yu thanking it, so it quickly changed the subject.
"Yeah." Luo Yu came back to his senses. In fact, he still hadn't thought of a strategy to win the mission, or rather, he selectively put the mission aside. The most important thing now was to make a dish that suited the old man's taste.
What should I cook? What dish can I make that won't be affected by my taste buds? He scanned the vegetables and meats in the kitchen one by one, but none of them would work. Suddenly, he kicked something and looked down. It was a bag of rice. He didn't know who had been so careless as to leave it in the middle of the road. Just as Luo Yu was about to move the rice to the side, an idea suddenly struck him.
Got it.
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