The four of them sat down around the dining table, which was too plain and looked somewhat aged.
The fish mother's meal today had been prepared for many years. She couldn't believe she still had the chance to cook a meal for her husband and son.
"Xiaobai, you've never tasted your mother's cooking since you were born, and I don't know your taste. I consulted Uncle Feng, and he told me to make whatever I wanted." The fish mother served Jiang Xiaobai a dish, looking at him expectantly, "Quick, try it."
Jiang Xiaobai ate a bite of his mother's cooking, tears in his eyes, unable to taste the food itself but rather a bitter flavor, with perhaps a hint of sweetness in its bitterness.
"Mother, what you cooked is really delicious," Jiang Xiaobai said with tears in his eyes and a smile.
Jiang Feng said, "Xiaobai, when you were little, you kept asking me about your parents, and I had to lie to you, saying they were no longer alive. Forgive grandpa, I also didn't want to do that."
