"I learned all my skills from my mother."

"When I was young, my family was suffering. My mother not only had to work in the fields, but also went to the next town to do handwork to make money."

"Because the place of work is so far away from home, my mother can't come home and cook me lunch."

"So, from a very young age, my mother taught me to cook for myself."

"At the beginning, I only knew how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Later, my mother taught me how to make fried rice with eggs, and hot and sour potato shreds..."

"Slowly, I learned to cook a lot of dishes, not only for myself, but also for my mother."

"The more you do it, the better your craftsmanship will be."

"However, compared with my mother, I'm still far behind."

"In the future, if you have a chance, go to Fenghai and let you taste my mother's craftsmanship."

"I promise, that taste will make you remember it forever."

When Ye Fan said these words, there was always a kind and warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be telling a very warm memory.

In front of him, the fire flickered. The bursting sparks are like fireflies. If it is night at this time, the scene in front of you must be beautiful.

"Where's your father?"

"Why didn't he help your mother share the pressure of life?"

At the end of the speech, Yu Yun suddenly asked a question.

However, Yu Yun could clearly see that the moment she said those words, the originally smiling young man suddenly turned cold.

The warmth and smile just now disappeared in an instant.

There was even a bit of chill in the eyebrows and eyes, which flashed in an instant.

After a long silence, Ye Fan's cold voice finally sounded: "I don't have a father, only a mother."

"My father died on that night eleven years ago."

Huh~

The cold wind blows, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the sky.

But Yu Yun was stunned.

She looked at Ye Fan, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in her heart.

Like, pity and sympathy.

She could see that behind this usually cheap guy, there must be a lot of suffering and stories behind him.

Yu Yun didn't continue to ask any more questions, the air here suddenly became quiet.

Neither of the two spoke, and the air was so quiet that one could almost hear the other's breathing.

In the end, it was Yu Yun who broke the calm. JrNovels.com