Lin Xu was in a cheerful mood as she ate the barbecue, happily swinging her little legs.
"Do you like eating skewers that much?" Ji Zeqiu murmured softly, looking at the skewers on the table.
In a daze, he realized the last time he had barbecue was actually twenty years ago.
In his memory, his mother had really liked barbecue.
Sometimes late at night, she would sneak out with his father to eat, and when they returned, he'd catch them and smell the grilled meat on her.
The next time they went to eat, they would bring back one or two skewers for him, then watch as he sweated profusely from the spiciness, laughing nonstop beside him.
There was no sense of a mother's awareness to care for her son.
Suddenly, the memory was abruptly interrupted.
Ji Zeqiu pinched his nose bridge, annoyed. He had been inexplicably recalling things about his mother lately.
He clearly shouldn't be thinking of those.
He shook his head, clearing all these memories from his mind.
