Ling Ruoke looked down at the dumplings in the pot, feeling her eyes well up and her nose sting. This was something she had always wanted to know.
Not knowing how to answer, and not wanting to contradict her good intentions, I whispered, "I don't know either."
She tried hard to control herself, but her voice choked up easily. Tears welled up in her eyes. It wasn't just a failed marriage; it also brought the grief of losing her family, something she couldn't easily mention.
Seeing her reaction, Yang Ziyun realized that she had gone too far.
"Old lady, how dare you bully my wife!" A low, hoarse voice suddenly rang out from behind, filled with protest.
Yang Ziyun turned around abruptly and saw her son, overjoyed. "Qingfeng!"
Ling Ruoke quickly wiped her eyes and focused intently on the dumplings in the pot. She had promised him she wouldn't dwell on those painful memories of the past!
Huo Qingfeng stepped past the old lady, put his arm around his wife's slender waist, and looked at the old lady at the door. "Grandma, don't ask such silly questions anymore. What else could it be? It's because God wanted me to marry such a wonderful wife!"
The voice was low and hoarse, but it made a clear sound when it landed.
Yang Ziyun understood her son's protectiveness towards her, and she was also very worried about how he would bear it if he knew the truth.
"Grandma, please step aside, I need to comfort my wife. Can't you see, you've made her cry."
Upon hearing this, Ruoke awkwardly nudged him with her elbow.
"Okay, I'll go see my good grandson." Yang Ziyun actually cooperated and left, even closing the kitchen door behind her! She still wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Qingfeng alone first.
"Wife!" Huo Qingfeng took the spatula from her hand, pulled her away from the stove, and then hugged her tightly. He raised his hand and gently touched the tears in her eyes.
"Wife, you're not allowed to shed tears for other men anymore! No, I can't let my wife shed tears either! Now I'm your husband, if you cry, it's my fault. From now on, if you cry, I'll slap myself, okay?"
As he spoke, he actually grabbed her hand and slapped himself.
Ling Ruoke looked at him, both amused and exasperated, and pulled his hand to stop him from hitting her again. "Stop fooling around."
Colonel Huo readily agreed and truly stopped hitting himself. "Fine! I won't act recklessly, I'll just do whatever I want!"
With that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips. He'd been missing his wife terribly these past few days on missions! So, he was going to take this opportunity to kiss her as much as he wanted!
When she was released, Ling Ruoke nestled limply in his arms, panting heavily. In her dazed state, she could no longer recall the sadness that had just been stirred up.
"Ah!" Huo Qingfeng suddenly let out a strange cry.
Startled, Ling Ruoke quickly scrambled out of his arms and looked up at him anxiously. "What's wrong?"
Colonel Huo ruffled his spiky hair and said in a coquettish manner, "Honey, I didn't brush my teeth. You won't mind, will you?"
Ling Ruoke finally laughed in exasperation, punching him in the chest. He seized the opportunity to pull her close, touching her cheek with his stubble-covered chin. "Stop it, it tickles!"
Huo Qingfeng looked at her and said earnestly, "Wife, laugh as much as you want. As long as I don't say the sky is falling, don't cry, okay? Even if the sky does fall, I'll hold it up and won't hurt my wife!"
This was the promise he made. It wasn't extravagant, but it was equally moving.
Ling Ruoke smiled, pursed her lips, and nodded. She hugged his waist tightly with both hands, buried her face in his chest, and murmured something.
"Wife, speak louder, I can't hear you!" Colonel Huo, who had absolutely no sense of romance, grinned, clearly having heard everything.
Ling Ruoke playfully punched him, but still looked at him with a flushed face. "Xiao Fu'an missed you, and so did I."
As soon as she finished speaking, she nestled into his arms again. Her face was buried in his chest, and a few tears silently slid down her cheeks.
Huo Qingfeng was very happy, but he didn't laugh anymore. Instead, he hugged her and said, "Wife, I missed you too. I missed you so much."
The two embraced tightly, neither speaking, and remained entangled for a long time. It seemed they were destined to be together like this, forever bound together.
Suddenly, Ruoke cried out and broke free from Huo Qingfeng's embrace, running out. "My dumplings!"
Sure enough, the dumplings were overcooked; they were all bulging out, the wrappers and fillings had separated, and they had turned into a complete pot of mush.
"Ugh, it's all your fault! Now we don't have breakfast!" Ling Ruoke pouted and complained to him.
Huo Qingfeng remained unfazed, still holding her slender waist, and said, "Don't worry, my wife, I like dumplings where the wrapper and filling are separate. Because they bear witness to how tender and loving we are, and how we can't bear to be apart for even a moment!"
Ling Ruoke really didn't know what to say to him, so she glared at him and said, "Go out and brush your teeth and wash your face. I'll make it again, and it'll be ready to eat soon!"
Fortunately, I still had some filling and flour left, but I had to make the dumpling wrappers again.
"Wife, you're so good to me!" Huo Qingfeng kissed her and then leisurely went out to get ready.
As I left the kitchen, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa glaring at me. I knew I'd probably upset her again. So I went over and put my arm around her shoulder. "Grandma, are you angry?"
Looking at her son's unreliable behavior, Yang Ziyun poked his head helplessly. "Why are you acting like a scoundrel? It's ugly!" She had never seen her son like this before.
Colonel Huo casually leaned his arms back on the sofa and replied, "If you're not a bit of a rogue, you won't get a wife!"
Yang Ziyun glared at him, her tone icy. "So you really have forgotten your mother now that you have a wife."
Colonel Huo remained unmoved. "Grandma, if I dared to keep thinking about you, my husband would kill me. You know how jealous he is! When I was three years old, he started yelling at me: 'Trying to steal my wife? No way!'"
He perfectly mimicked his father's expressions, actions, and tone of voice, which immediately made the old lady smile broadly.
His mother was pleased, so Huo Qingfeng stood up and prepared to wash up.
"Grandma, you can keep thinking about how happy this old man is. I need to hurry up and brush my teeth and wash my face, otherwise my wife won't give me breakfast. You don't know, my wife's cooking is absolutely amazing, not eating it would be a huge loss!"
"Dream on!" Yang Ziyun grabbed a peanut from the side and threw it at him.
Huo Qingfeng caught the peanuts and happily went into the washroom.
Yang Ziyun, observing her son's unusual behavior and words, realized he had long been poisoned by Ling Ruoke, beyond cure. But the truth was the truth, and it couldn't be hidden forever.
She couldn't help but stand up and walk to the kitchen doorway. Ruoke was rolling out dumpling wrappers and making dumplings; her hands were skillful and adept, clearly she did this often. She was very focused, and her movements were swift.
Putting aside the fact that she was divorced, she was truly a good choice for a daughter-in-law. If anyone's to blame, it's simply that they weren't meant to be.
At the dinner table.
"Qingfeng, why don't you accompany Mom for a walk later?" Yang Ziyun put down her chopsticks and said with a heavy heart.
"Great! Let's go to the amusement park again, and wear matching outfits." Last time he was with Gu Zhenzhen, he wished he could be there. This time, his dream has finally come true.
"No, just the two of us, mother and son. Mom has something to talk to you about."
Ling Ruoke lowered her head and put a dumpling into her mouth, chewing it without tasting it.
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