Mother Lu first pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, then immediately went forward to embrace Jason Wycof, "Second child! It really is you!"
Jason Wycof had been too busy with work, and Mother Lu hadn't seen her son for almost a year. Knowing that her son's job was special and that he had to serve the people, she rarely called him, fearing that it would put pressure on him. As a mother, she wholeheartedly supported her son's work and didn't want to hold him back.
Seeing his mother like this, Jason Wycof felt somewhat guilty, as there was no greater regret in life than not being there for one's own parents.
It seemed that he would have to set aside more time in the future to be with his mother.
"Mom."
"Come on, come on," Mother Lu, gripping Jason Wycof's hand tightly and almost unable to close her mouth from happiness, said, "Come with me. I'll make you your favorite braised pork."
"Alright," Jason Wycof laughed. "I've been craving your braised pork."
