Lu Yuchuan's facial features were a little cold, and he was more of not shocking his mother's attitude, but rather being vigilant towards her.
"Give it." Tong Hua handed a silver fork to him, his voice soft and his eyes soft, and he looked at him patiently.
Waiting for him to reach out to pick it up.
The fragrance of dumplings filled the air, but Lu Yuchuan had his face drooping and had no appetite at all.
"Hold it." Tong Hua started to use it directly, pulled his hand, and put the fork in his hand. "Dumplings should be eaten while it is hot, but they will not taste good when they are cold."
Then she looked at the old man next to her, "Grandpa, do you try it?"
The old man knew that when Tong Hua came back that day, when he went to deliver Chinese medicine to Yuanma, he stayed in the backyard for 40 minutes, and must have talked to Han Yunzhi.
Because since then, Han Yunzhi has changed.
Grandpa knew that Tong Hua was easing the relationship between mother and son.
When I recalled the scene of Yunzhi making dumplings in the kitchen, it was not like I was trying to make trouble, and even the dumpling skin was rolled by myself.
If you want to poison it, just do small moves, and there is no need to be so hard.
So the old man forked a steaming big dumpling with a spoon, dipped it in vinegar, and put it into his mouth.
The dumplings are fragrant and really delicious.
Han Yunzhi looked at the scene nervously and gratefully, watched the old man chew with a smile, and asked softly, "How is it? Dad, does it taste OK?"
"It's delicious." Grandpa nodded and gave a positive answer, "It tastes very good!"
He also gave her a thumbs up and said, "This dumpling skin I rolled out by myself, it's so good to chew it!"
"Yuchuan, try it too! Hurry up, while it's hot!" Grandpa looked at his baby grandson while chewing, with a kind smile on his face.
Han Yunzhi sat upright and carefully fell on her son's expectant eyes.
Tong Hua picked up a fork, forked a dumpling, and asked, "Yuchuan, what sauce do you like to eat?" There were three types in front of him.
She looked at Lu Yuchuan holding the fork herself, not intending to move, as if she was still filled with resentment in her heart.
His mother didn't even dare to breathe.
But seeing his wife being so enthusiastic, he didn't go to see his mother, but just pointed to the soy sauce garlic bowl.
Tong Hua was very happy, and this guy finally responded!
So, he dipped some sauce he needed and fed the dumplings to his beautiful, linear lips, "Come on, open your mouth!"
Lu Yuchuan looked at her eyes and sighed in his heart. There was no way to deal with her, so he had to compromise.
Seeing her son eating the dumplings she made with her own hands, Han Yunzhi felt a flower blooming quietly in her heart.
A smile from the heart finally appeared on his wrinkled face.
She hadn't been so happy for a long time. She was so happy that she wanted to cry. She tried hard to restrain herself and was full of gratitude to her daughter-in-law.
Then my grandfather tasted a few more dumplings and liked the taste very much.
When Tong Hua was eating dumplings, he also called Han Yunzhi to try them more by himself.
"Hey, okay." She started to move her fork, and gradually, she was no longer so embarrassed.
But she remained silent and said nothing.
Lu Yuchuan, who had no expression on his face, did not look up at his mother. He felt very upset, although he also started to take the initiative to eat dumplings.
Soon, the servant brought the second plate over and reported happily, "This plate is trapped in corn and it has just been steamed! Everyone eat it while it's hot! There is still there!"
"Thank you." Tong Hua raised his eyes with a smile, "I feel like I don't have to eat tonight. My mother's craftsmanship is so good, and the dumplings are really delicious!"
Lu Yuchuan still didn't say anything or look up. He chewed it carefully, and no one knew what he was thinking.
To him, dumplings are eternal injuries...
He will never forget the fact that he was burned by a bowl of dumplings when he was five years old. Since then, he has lost his maternal love.
But for Han Yunzhi, she was already very happy if he was willing to eat the dumplings she made.
The mother-son relationship needs to be eased slowly. After all, it is not a day to freeze three feet long, and she is willing to make up for it for the rest of her life.