Old Master Song ate without his expression changing and said, "I remember now. The person I met that night wasn't tall. It should be you, right?"
Xu Le had already guessed it. He nodded.
"Yes, I made braised pork trotters and rice. It was very sloppy that night. I wonder if the taste is to your liking."
"Haha, I almost ate the bowl. What do you think?"
Old Master Song teased him. Xu Le immediately felt relieved and nodded.
After all, he was a senior. No matter what, he was a bit nervous.
Song Deyue casually chatted with him about his parents and younger sister. As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help turning red. "Thank you."
"Yeah?"
"Back then, I didn't get to see my wife for the last time. All these years, my heart has been tormented and in pain."
