"Come here, son, this is your favorite roast pigeon, try it."
Mrs. Jiang was thirty-five years old. She had a well-maintained face. As she looked at her son, whom she had finally had with untold hardships, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.
Seeing his son finished eating, he immediately picked up another piece of fish with chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of his son.
"Son, eat it while it's hot. This fish has no bones and is very tender."
"And this chicken soup is very delicious. Son, you should drink a bowl later to nourish your body."
"This vegetable is also good. Eat more of it. It's good for your health because it combines meat and vegetables."
Jiang Ze'en looked at the mountain of food on the plate, held his forehead, and said helplessly: "Mom, don't rush to pick up food for me, you should eat quickly too."
"I'll eat after you're full."
"If Mom doesn't eat, I won't eat either."
Jiang Ze'en knew how to control his mother. He put down his chopsticks and prepared to leave the stool.
Before he could stand up, he heard his mother's voice of compromise.
"Okay, okay, I'll eat. It's nice for me to eat with you."
Seeing that her son was angry, Mrs. Jiang quickly pulled him aside and said that she wanted to eat. Only then did the mother and son really eat well.
Jiang Ze'en ate the food without any taste, and his mind kept coming to the delicious food that the Li family ate, such as roasted wild boar, fried locusts, wild vegetable dumplings, multi-grain pancakes, steamed corn bread, multi-grain porridge, etc.
As I was thinking about it, I saw the delicious food on the table again and lost my appetite. I didn’t want to eat at all.
"Mom, I'm full."
Although Mrs. Jiang was eating, she was always paying attention to her son. When she saw that her beloved son had only taken a few bites, she said she didn't want to eat anymore.
Suddenly she couldn't eat anymore. She raised her hand and touched her son's forehead, muttering to herself: "He doesn't have a fever!"
"Mom, I'm just full."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jiang's brows knitted together slightly, and her two willow leaves seemed to overlap gently, forming a very faint ravine. Her slightly narrowed eyes also revealed a trace of deep thought. Then she said doubtfully, "No, son, tell me, are you worried about something?"
"Mom, no."
As soon as Jiang Zebao finished speaking, he heard a familiar cry, and his head was suddenly overwhelmed.
“Woo…”
The key point was that his father happened to come in from outside, saw his wife crying sadly, and quickly walked to Mrs. Jiang.
He held Mrs. Jiang in his arms and comforted her softly, "My dear, don't cry. Your crying makes your heart ache."
Mrs. Jiang ignored her husband's words and continued crying sadly with her hands covering her eyes.
“Woo…”
Mr. Jiang was extremely anxious. Nothing he did could appease his daughter, so he blamed his son.
"Tell me, did you, a little brat, make your mother angry?"
Jiang Ze'en saw that his father looked worried about his wife and that it was all his fault. He had gotten used to it.
After all, ever since he could remember, he knew that in his father's heart, he would always rank behind his mother, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Hey, Lao Jiang, what are you talking about? My son is so well behaved. I am the one crying on my own. It has nothing to do with my son."
"Rongrong, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
When Mrs. Jiang heard what her husband asked, her eyes fell directly on her son and she asked patiently, "Son, since you came here this time, I've noticed that you are always distracted during meals. I asked you several times, but you said it was okay."
"To tell you the truth, I don't believe it. You are my son. I have watched you grow up and I know every move of yours clearly. Before coming to the Wu family, you must have encountered someone or something."
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