"You mean, Ranran has been keeping a picture of the two of us by her bedside?"
Chen Houwen was somewhat shocked. When they divorced, Ran Mei was quite decisive, and he thought she could really be so ruthless.
Lin Zhenzhen wrote: That's right, that's why I recognized you at a glance.
After thinking for a moment, she added: "My mother said that my nose looks just like my father's."
After looking up and examining her, Chen Houwen couldn't help but sigh, "Because you are my daughter. The bond of blood cannot be severed by outsiders."
He spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Wen Hongying, who was coming out of the kitchen, to hear him.
Her hand trembled, and the scalding hot soup spilled onto the back of her hand.
Wen Hongying pretended nothing had happened, looked up and smiled: "Everyone can get ready for dinner now."
"Let's eat first. Jiamu, try your Aunt Wen's cooking. She doesn't cook often."
Chen Tiantian also came downstairs. She had changed into a white cotton and linen dress, and looked much more demure.
Upon seeing Chen Houwen, she whispered, "Dad."
"Okay, sit down and eat."
Chen Tiantian had learned her lesson; throughout the meal, she served Chen Houwen food and told jokes to cheer him up.
Lin Zhenzhen had no time to pay attention to her little actions. From the beginning, she had been feeling a burning sensation in her stomach.
Just then, a piece of greasy, fatty meat suddenly flew into Lin Zhenzhen's bowl.
She looked up and saw Chen Tiantian's fake smile: "Sister Xiaozhen, this is sweet and sour pork ribs that Mom specially made according to the Southern taste. Won't you give me a try?"
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