Zheng Xiaolian didn't expect her daughter to say such words, and her face was filled with anxiety.
He rubbed his hands together nervously.
"Well, Wenlin, I owe you this meal. I'll pay you back later!"
Song Wenlin waved his hand: "Why are you being so polite to me? What's the point of owing me anything? Just eat!"
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at her intently.
"Besides, don't you owe me enough?"
These words made Zheng Xiaolian on the opposite side relax.
She smiled guiltily, but her eyes passed Song Wenlin and looked out the window.
"Yes, I owe you too much, so much that I can never repay you in this lifetime..."
Song Wenlin helped her prepare the ingredients for the bowl.
Tell her how to eat.
It was Zheng Xiaolian's first time eating such hot pot, and she obviously didn't know how to start.
Song Wenlin simply made a bowl for himself and ate with the mother and daughter.
Outside the house, snowflakes began to fall again at some point, but inside the house, there was a warm sun.
The steam rising from the hot pot, carrying the flavor of life, warmed Zheng Xiaolian's face and her heart.
It made her feel that being alive was not such a bad thing.
Xiaoxiao was so happy eating for the first time.
Song Wenlin ate while feeding her. Xiaoxiao looked at her uncle in front of her and felt so happy.
After the meal, Zheng Xiaolian helped him clear the table.
Watching Song Wenlin lock the door, she hugged Xiaoxiao and smiled at her.
"Thank you, Wenlin, for today!"
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