Lu Mingfei nodded. He had been to the old home in Tong City twice and had a rather good impression of the place.
Feng Zhihe remembered that today was Lunar New Year and prepared a table full of her signature dishes.
It had been a long time since Lu Zifeng and his son had tasted her cooking.
Looking at the table full of dishes, the two couldn't help but feel a twinge in their noses.
Before Yao Yao's car accident, and before Feng Zhihe fell ill, the Lu Family was a very warm little family.
"What are you two staring at? Mingfei, eat more."
Feng Zhihe made her famous Drunken Empress Chicken and gave a drumstick to Lu Mingfei.
The dish had a faint aroma of alcohol, but wasn't strong; it was a favorite among the family.
Lu Mingfei dared not speak and silently ate the food.
How wonderful it would be if Mom could always be like this, never falling ill again?
Lu Zifeng served her food as well, refraining from speaking much, lest he say something wrong and spoil the good atmosphere.
