At this moment, he must be thinking of his late wife, and his heart is bleeding.
Yan Xixi didn't disturb him; she just sorted the dishes and organized everything.
Her voice was light and cheerful, she said smiling: "Uncle Huang, this time I might stay for a long period, I can often come to enjoy your delicious dishes..."
Old Huang was overjoyed: "Really?"
She blinked: "Absolutely. I've accepted a commission from an authoritative magazine, the fee is high, after the New Year, I'll spend a month organizing things to deliver the manuscript, and during this time, I'll be coming for meals often... Just afraid I'll disturb you, old man..."
"How would it disturb me? Xixi, I'd be delighted if you came every day..."
With Huang Xiaojue not around, she hoped to do her part, bring joy under his knees, accompany Father Huang, and at least make the old man's days less dull.
A super sumptuous meal with eight dishes and one soup.
But it was missing Huang Xiaojue.
