As soon as Nan Song left, Mr. Yu put a hint of seriousness on his face and patted Yu Jinwen on the shoulder.

"You are also a person who has experienced life and death. I don't need to explain some truths. I believe you already understand it. A friend in need is a friend indeed, and you must cherish the people in front of you."

Yu Jinwen nodded, his eyes full of determination, "Grandpa, don't worry, I understand. God has given me one more chance, and I will never waste it."

This lunch took a really long time to prepare.

Mrs. Yu's second wife and Mrs. Yu's third wife were really busy in the kitchen. Finally, with the help of Nan Song, the dishes were cooked. Nan Songguang was busy repairing their dark dishes.

There was nothing she could do, she was really afraid that everyone would get food poisoning.

Finally, she met the kitchen killer who was scarier than her mother. Now she knew why Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were so stupid.

It is not easy to grow up healthy and strong with such food.

When dinner was about to begin, Yu Jiahang went to the museum and picked up Director Wen and Mr. Nan.

Seeing the two elders, Yu Jinwen quickly stood up and greeted him, "Master, Grandpa Nan."

"You brat, I thought you had faked the corpse!"

Curator Wen touched Yu Jinwen's whole body, and after making sure he was fine, he raised his fist and punched him hard on the shoulder, "I won't dare to be so scary in the future!"

Yu Jinwen covered his shoulders and smiled sweetly, "I don't dare anymore."

Mr. Nan held his pipe in his mouth, looked at the word "Ode" on Yu Jinwen's head, and narrowed his eyes, "Boy, who cut your hair?"

Yu Jinwen looked at Mr. Nan and knew that the person who knew the most about Nan Ningsong's handwriting in the world, besides Nan Song, was probably Mr. Nan.

You can tell at a glance that you can't hide it even if you want to.

But after all, Nan Ningsong and Luo Yin hadn't fully returned yet, and they didn't want to expose their whereabouts, so he couldn't tell them so rashly.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, Nan Song came over from the kitchen carrying dishes.

"grandfather."

She shouted, "You came just in time, dinner is about to begin."

Nan Song handed the dish to Yu Jinwen and asked him to take the old curator in first. She took Mr. Nan's arm and whispered in his ear: "It's my dad's name, and my mom cut the hair."

Mr. Nan stopped and stared at Nan Song without blinking.

"You know that they are not dead. I will tell you slowly later."

Mr. Nan didn't wake up until he finished the meal.

All I can think about is: My son is not dead, my daughter-in-law is not dead either... They are not dead, it's great.

You're not dead yet you didn't come back early to see the old man, what the hell!

Sometimes I am happy, and sometimes I am angry.

Emotions are so complex.

People at the dinner table were eating and chatting, just like celebrating the New Year. It's rare for people to be so complete.

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were eating almost the whole time, grabbing the food cooked by their mother with their father. It was the first time that they felt that the food cooked by their mother was so delicious!

I was so moved that I almost wanted to cry.

From then on, mother's image in their minds became more glorious and taller.

When the meal was almost finished, Yu Fengjiao came back.

Looking at Yu Fengjiao walking in, the expressions on everyone's faces meant that Fengjiao was even more surprised.

Yu Jinwen had not seen his mother standing and walking for who knows how many years. He slowly stood up and walked towards her. This scene seemed like he was back when he was a child.

As a young child, he threw himself into his mother's arms with a smile and called "Mom" in a sweet voice.

"mom......"
Chapter completed!