Mrs. Feng had not heard her son say this for a long time, and it suddenly reminded her of the time when he was still in middle school. At that time, Feng played with Tang Zheng's body, and his forehead was very fast. Every time he entered the house after school, he would cry out that he was hungry.

After so many years, her son has grown much taller than her, but he rarely asks her for food anymore.

Mrs. Feng thought many times that it would be great if her son was still like he was when he was a child, but it is a pity...

Mrs. Feng resisted the urge to cry and nodded: "Yes, yes, mom made a lot of food this morning. I'll heat it up for you. It'll be ready soon."

Feng Nongtang was sitting at the dinner table. He suddenly felt like he was a child, waiting for his mother to prepare the meal.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed this feeling. He was like a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time. He didn't feel much outside. Only when he got home did he realize that he missed this kind of warmth.

Mrs. Feng ran to the kitchen and hurriedly heated food for her son. When the maid came to help, she kicked her out.

She hadn't cooked for her son for a long time. When the man had this chance, she wanted to cook it by herself without anyone else interfering.

After a while, the hot breakfast was served, and the table was full of Feng Nongtang's favorite food.

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast in Feng Lane, Feng suddenly felt sad. How long had it been since he had cared about his parents?

Sure enough, what Liancheng Yazhi said was right, he was really a bastard.

I spent the whole day hanging out with a bunch of friends and a group of women, but I never thought of calling home.

In the past few years, he has really been living a pretty... nothing.

Besides family members, who else can care about me so much?

Who else can do this without asking for anything in return and wholeheartedly do good to yourself, besides your parents?

Feng Nongtang endured the sadness, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of steamed siomai. He took one big mouthful and his face bulged when he ate. As he ate, he said: "Mom, why do you cook so much? It takes so much trouble."

, you still have to get up so early, why don’t you just do more at noon.”

Mrs. Feng sat in front of him, and she felt happy watching him eat.

Feng Nongtang's words immediately touched her heart. Her son was caring about her and wouldn't let him get up too early.

Mrs. Feng was very happy and said: "It's not much. Anyway, I have nothing to do at home. I usually get up very early, and these are not... I made them all by myself, and my aunt at home made them together.

"

Feng Nongtang stuffed another one in and said, "Mom, you really don't know how to lie. If I take one bite, I will know whether it was made by you or auntie."

Mrs. Feng was cheerful and didn't say anything. She was embarrassed to tell her son how much she wanted to cook him a meal.

Because she was very worried, what if Feng Nongtang left after having breakfast at home? In this case, she would have no time to cook for her son.

Mrs. Feng saw that her son was eating too fast and told him: "Eat slowly. You eat breakfast too fast and it is difficult to digest."

"Oh..." Feng Nongtang responded.

"Mom, where's my dad?"

Mrs. Feng served Feng Nongtang a bowl of white porridge, "He went to the company and left after breakfast. When he left, he told me to sleep well and not to disturb you. He also told me to do more.

What you like to eat."

Feng Nongtang felt warm in his heart and nodded: "Oh..."
Chapter completed!