Seeing the sweet and sour pork ribs, Song Yan Ning's eyes reddened, and she almost couldn't control the tears from falling.
"Been a long time since I've cooked this. Not sure how it tastes, whether it suits your palate," Li Meixiang smiled and took a seat beside her. Picking up the chopsticks, she placed a piece of sweet and sour pork rib into Song Yan Ning's bowl. "Here, give it a try."
Song Yan Ning nodded, picked up the sweet and sour pork rib from her bowl and put it into her mouth. Tasting that familiar flavor, tears no longer in control, slipped down like pearls breaking free from a string.
Seeing Song Yan Ning crying, Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng exchanged glances.
"Why are you crying?" Li Meixiang felt a bit of sorrow in her heart.
Song Yan Ning shook her head and reached out to wipe the tears from her face. "I'm fine. It just made me think of my grandma. She used to cook sweet and sour pork ribs for me often."
