Han Jing looked up at Xiao Xue, who was eagerly waiting for her answer, and said: "Better than the dishes I've eaten..."
Han Jing paused, then replied earnestly: "I've eaten before."
The most delicious dish she had eaten was cooked by Su Yu. He said if she liked it, he'd cook for her for a lifetime, as if it was his pride.
The dish that tasted quite good in Han Jing's mouth suddenly became tasteless.
Her taste buds missed, wildly, the times they were together, the flavor of the meals he cooked for her.
But...
But all of these have become her memories forever.
Han Jing bowed her head, and the disappointment in her heart spread instantly.
Xiao Xue blinked her eyes, silently watching her mother suddenly lower her head and not speak. After hesitating for a while, she wanted to say she hadn't eaten...
