The family sits and eats together.

After being kicked out of the Rong family, Rong Rong never imagined that one day, he, his parents, and Rong Zheng would be able to sit together again and have a meal as happily as they did today.

Only on special days like the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve, do I dare to let myself go, recall the days I spent with my parents, and swallow the cold rice with my longing.

Rong Weishan has the habit of having a few drinks before every meal.

Therefore, Mrs. Rong and the servants at home would also pour the wine for Rong Weishan before the meal started.

Under the surprised gazes of Rong Weishan and Ying Lan, Rong Rong poured the wine for his mother with his own hands, and then poured half a glass for himself.

Rong Rong raised his glass and curled his lips, "Dad, Mom, let's have a drink, okay?"

Rong's father looked very happy, "Okay! I asked you two brothers to accompany me for a drink before, but you all said you were unavailable. It's rare that we come today, and one of us, father and son, will go first."

Rong Rong clinked glasses with Rong's father, and the father and son drank half of the glass of wine.

Rong Rong filled their glasses again.

"Dad, Mom, I'd like to toast you with this drink."

Rong Rong held the wine glass with both hands, "I'm sorry that I've made you worry during this period. And, thank you."

Rong Rong paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Thank you for raising me, thank you for your tolerance and consideration for me since I was a child. Dad, Mom, didn't I tell you? I can be your son.

It is the proudest and happiest thing in my life."

No, it should be said that it is two lifetimes combined.

Rong Rong added in his mind.

Rong's mother's heart throbbed for no reason. It felt as if someone had taken away a piece of her heart.

Tears suddenly fell from her cheeks.

Mrs. Rong had no choice but to put the red wine on the table, took a tissue, and wiped the tears on her cheeks, "You kid, what's wrong with you today? Just say things that make people cry."

Rong Rong whispered to Rong Zheng, who was sitting next to him, "Brother, do you have your handkerchief with you? Lend it to me?"

Rong Zheng gave him the handkerchief he carried with him.

Rong Rong walked to Mrs. Rong and wiped Mrs. Rong's tears with the handkerchief Rong Zheng had just borrowed from him. "I'm sorry, it's my son's fault. Please don't cry. You cry so much that it makes my heart ache."

Mrs. Rong raised her head and gave him a charming look, "Who did you learn from that smooth tongue?"

"I learned it from dad. Isn't dad always coaxing you like this?"

Rong Rong said with a smile.

Rong Weishan looked proud.

Mrs. Rong snorted, "Your father is much more clumsy."

Rong Weishan was unconvinced, "Rong Rong told me that he learned it from me."

Mrs. Rong couldn't hold it back and was amused by her husband.

Rong Rong sighed softly, "Dad still has a way."

Mrs. Rong's cheeks blushed slightly.

Even Father Rong rarely showed a bit of embarrassment.

The couple has been married for many years and has always been as loving as ever.

Rong Rong returned to his seat and said, "I will wash this veil and return it to my brother."

Rong Zheng just thought about not going back. His handkerchiefs were sent to a specialty store for dry cleaning. Once they were cleaned, the store would send someone to send them back to his home. His brother had already crumpled his handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

Already.

Rong Zheng's eyelids twitched slightly and he said "hmm".

"Come on, don't just talk. Rongrong, try mom's cooking and see if it's improved."

Mrs. Rong has calmed down now.

She gave Rong Rong a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that she made by herself.

Rong Weishan looked at the pitch-black charcoal and made an invisible cross on his son's chest.

Rong Rong took a bite without blinking, "It's delicious!"

It's my mother's taste.

Mrs. Rong smiled happily and took another piece for Rong Rong, "Really? That's great! If you like it, eat more. Ah."

"Um."

Rong Rong ate the pork ribs with rice with gusto.

Rong Rong ate so deliciously that Rong's father and his eldest son looked at each other.

Has Madam’s cooking skills really improved?

Rong Weishan tried it and picked up a piece.

As soon as he took a bite, his expression changed.

Rong Weishan quickly took a sip of red wine to suppress the bitter burnt taste in his mouth.

Seeing this, Rong Zheng, who had already stretched his chopsticks towards the sweet and sour pork ribs, turned a corner and stretched his chopsticks towards the garlic shrimps on the side.

Rong Weishan glared at his eldest son, as if accusing him of being "not interesting enough!"

As a family, shouldn’t we share joys and sorrows?!

Rong Zheng pretended that he was completely unaware of his father's accusing eyes and peeled the shrimps slowly.

Rong Zheng pushed the shrimp, which was full of Xiaodie, to Rong Rong's table.

Rong Rong turned his head in surprise, still holding half a piece of blackened pork ribs in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and his already big eyes widened even more.

Here, peel it for him?

Rong Rong was really stunned.

In your memory, did Rong Zheng peel shrimps for him?

Have you ever?

Is there any?

Yes?

When Rong Zheng saw his brother's stunned look of disbelief, his heart seemed to be stung by something.

It was because he usually ignored his little brother so much that he was so surprised when he saw a plate of peeled shrimps.

Rong Zheng took the wet paper towel on the table and wiped off the shrimp juice on his hands, and said softly: "Don't worry about eating ribs. It's not good to be picky. You have to have balanced nutrition."

Rong Rong blinked slowly and responded slowly: "Oh, thank you, brother."

While eating shrimp, Rong Rong finally came to his senses.

His brother was probably worried that he would have a bad stomach after eating too much of this plate of burnt sweet and sour pork ribs, so he peeled this plate of shrimps for him, right?

His brother is worried too much.

His stomach is very strong right now!

After all, Rong Rong still underestimated the lethality of Mrs. Rong's cooking, and at the same time, he also overestimated his own body's ability to withstand it.

He forgot that his stomach now was not the "hardened" iron stomach he would have in the future.

Although he was reborn and had a different soul, his body was still the same as before.

How could my stomach, which had been pampered and pampered for so many years, stand up to his torment like this?

The two pills taken in advance to strengthen the stomach and digestion could not withstand the black magic attack of Mrs. Rong's cooking skills.

After returning to the room, Lin Rong felt a dull pain in her abdomen.

At first, the pain was within the tolerable range, just throbbing from time to time. Later, the pain became intensive and the intensity of the pain suddenly deepened.

Rong Rong lay on the bed, curled up, holding his abdomen painfully with both hands, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Knock knock——"

Hearing the knock on the door, Rong Rong resisted the discomfort in his stomach and got out of bed.

He pressed his right hand tightly on his abdomen and walked to the door with difficulty, "Who?"

"it's me."

It's Rong Zheng.

It’s okay if she’s not a mother.

Rong Rong opened the door to Rong Zheng with difficulty.

His stomach was throbbing so much that when he opened the door, Rong Rong fell into Rong Zheng's arms because he was exhausted.

Never forget to remind me weakly, "Brother, close the door, don't, don't let mom see it."
To be continued...