Mrs. Feng hadn't heard her son say this in a long time. It reminded her of the time when he was still in high school. At that time, the wind made Tang Zheng's body stretch and he would say "yes" very quickly. Every time he entered the house after school, he would say that he was hungry.
In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed. Her son had grown so much taller than her, but he rarely asked her for food anymore.
Madam Feng had thought many times that it would be great if her son was still the same as when he was young.
Madam Feng resisted the urge to cry and nodded. "Yes, yes. Mom made a lot of food this morning. I'll heat it up for you. It'll be ready soon."
feng nongtang sat at the table, he suddenly felt that this was like when he was young, waiting for his mother to cook and bring it to him.
