There was the taste of mum.
It was a taste in memory, a special taste from both her lives.
"If you want to eat in the future, I will get my mum to make some for you. You can have them any time, don't cry now." Lu Yi handed her a tissue to wipe her face dry. "Alright", he patted her face. "Eat the dumplings. Once today is over, it will be a new year and your new movie will be released tomorrow. I will bring people to watch it."
"Alright," Yan Huan blew her nose as she agreed. She lowered her head to continue eating the dumplings.
This was indeed a dumpling made by a mum. Ye Shuyun had made them and it was her aunt in her previous life that made it. Despite staying at the Lu house for such a long time, she had no idea that Lu Yi's mother whom she hates the most in the past was able to make dumplings just like the ones her mum used to make.
All the feelings were right.
All the tastes were right.
That's right.
