Chewing, talking, her eyes reddened, and gradually a thin mist covered them.
Lun Shujun saw this, frowned, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"It's delicious." Xin Xiaoxiao buried her head, devouring the food.
Her grandfather said that her mother was also good at making and cooking noodles, but she had never tasted her mother's noodles.
Now, eating the noodles made by her future mother-in-law, she felt somewhat touched.
In fact, many people didn't understand that her mother died giving birth to her, and she had never seen her mother or tasted her food, so logically there shouldn't be any feelings, and they couldn't understand why she always felt sad when mentioning her mother.
But very few people knew that her mother died saving her life.
