Ye Suxue stood there for a long time without moving. The picture in her mind was fixed on the startling glance of the man when he turned around.

His side profile is impeccable, with sharp and angular lines, and the corners of his thin lips are slightly pursed.

The morning light was very good, and his whole body was enveloped in the faint brilliance of the morning sun. Even such a simple expression or a word can make people feel so vivid.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?"

It wasn't until Ye Zechuan called her several times that she came back to her senses. She lowered her eyes and looked at her son standing in front of her, her eyes flashed slightly, she turned away and replied: "I'm fine, let's go, let's go use it"

breakfast."

The mother and son were sitting in the kitchen, filling two bowls of porridge in a purple clay pot and placing them on the table. Ye Suxue picked up the porcelain spoon and took a small bite.

The rice porridge is soft but not rotten, and is full of umami flavor, making people want to eat it.

"Mom, the porridge made by Uncle Yin tastes really good." Although Ye Zechuan has been living in a small place like the backyard since he was a child, Ye Suxue carefully prepared food and clothing, and he is quite picky. Now he is so generous.

My own praise is enough to show how superb Yin Mochen's cooking skills are.

As the saying goes: To capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

In fact, this sentence also applies to women in reverse.

Ye Suxue just took a sip of the pot of porridge left by Yin Mochen and fell in love with the taste completely.

Warm and wrapped in infinite love.

She couldn't help but think, if Ye Mingjin hadn't had that accident, would she and Xiaochuan have been so happy?

However, she thought hard for a long time but could not come up with the result.

Not to mention that Ye Mingjin has had lofty ambitions since he was a child. He has always believed that a gentleman should stay away from cooks. How could he have such a good fortune?

Ye Suxue thought so, and a bitter smile couldn't help but appear on the corners of her lips.

"Mother, what are you thinking about?" Ye Zechuan saw that she was distracted, with a worried look on her childish face.

Ye Suxue gently stirred the boiling seafood porridge and remained silent for a while before replying: "I'm thinking about your father."

This was the first time that he heard his mother take the initiative to mention his father. Ye Zechuan paused at the porcelain spoon in his hand and his eyes lit up. He put down the porridge bowl in his hand, his eyes full of expectation:

"Mother, what kind of person is father? What does he look like? Does he look like me?"

He asked several questions in succession, his long eyelashes fluttering, and he carefully suppressed the excitement in his heart.

At this time, he finally showed the expression that a seven-year-old child should have.

However, his words stopped Ye Suxue.

She remembered that she and Ye Mingjin fell in love at first sight. He was an exceptionally outstanding person among his generation. At that time, she felt that as long as she looked at him from a distance, she would be completely happy.

She clearly loved him hopelessly at that time, but now when her son asked her what Ye Mingjin looked like, she found that she couldn't remember him at all.

She raised her eyes to meet Ye Zechuan's gaze and looked at his little face quietly.

However, at the age of only seven, he has already begun to show his stunning appearance. Especially the tear mole under the corner of his left eye that is exactly like hers. No matter how cold his face is, he can still have his own charm.
Chapter completed!