Knowing Leng Lin was feeling awkward, Leng Zimo proactively gave him a way out.
After so many years, this was the first time Leng Zimo showed any weakness to Leng Lin.
Looking at the dumpling brought to his mouth, Leng Lin just felt a lump in his throat, and immediately opened his mouth to take a bite, savoring it carefully.
"How is it?"
"Not bad, but it's far from what your mom used to make."
"Provocation!" Leng Zimo brought the remaining half of the dumpling to his mouth, "When my mom makes lamb filling, it takes over an hour just to chop the meat, can you compare?"
Leng Lin raised his hand to take the chopsticks from him, "I can eat on my own."
Having his son feed him was something Leng Lin simply couldn't accept, even though he's old now, he's still Leng Lin, the iron-willed man of a lifetime's battles, how could he allow anyone to feed him?
