Chapter 116 - 112 Because of love, therefore beautiful
Tian Sangsang placed three bowls of vibrant, aromatic oil-pulled noodles, their colors interwoven in red, green, and white, onto the table in the main room. Just as she was about to call out, Zhao Chun had already come out holding Meng Shuyan, drawn by the enticing smell.
"Come, Shuyan." Zhao Chun gently set Meng Shuyan down on a chair, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and then took a seat himself.
After bringing out three glasses of orange juice, Tian Sangsang softly said, "Let’s dig in."
Turning sideways, she reminded Meng Shuyan, "Son, if you think it’s too spicy, tell Mama, or have some juice, alright?"
Meng Shuyan obediently nodded.
Zhao Chun watched Tian Sangsang, who had calmly picked up her chopsticks and started eating the noodles. Each coarse strand, resembling leek leaves, coated with chili powder, was stimulating his fragile and aggrieved feelings.
Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you remind me? Zhao Chun thought, staring at Tian Sangsang with puppy-like, pitiful eyes.
"What’s wrong with you?" Feeling Zhao Chun’s intense gaze, Tian Sangsang raised her eyes curiously.
Zhao Chun immediately shook his head feebly, lowered his head, and started eating noodles. As he ate, he found the noodles exceptionally tasty—spicy to the extreme. Sipping some orange juice after a bite was truly a unique experience. Indeed, a country woman knows how to live. He thought again, Mom, you really should come and learn from Tian Sangsang. She’s even better at this than city folks.
The difference between having a child and not having a child is this: when the kid can’t eat on their own, the mother has to feed them first before she can take a bite herself. When the kid can eat on their own, you still have to keep a close watch, worried about whatever might happen. Fortunately, Meng Shuyan was always good at feeding himself. Tian Sangsang noticed that he seemed a bit overwhelmed by the spiciness—lips bright red, sticking out his tongue, watery eyes adorably innocent.