Chapter 65 Reunion (3/4)

Zheng Feng didn't seem to mind. He poured Wei Juan a glass of water and said gently, "Don't be nervous, it's just a meal."

Soon, the dishes were served in a continuous stream.

The first dish served was braised pork. The pork was cut into neat squares, simmered in a dark brown broth until glistening with oil, and topped with a few sprigs of fresh green onions. The sweet and savory aroma of the meat forcefully filled Wei Juan's nostrils.

Her throat involuntarily moved.

Next up is the sweet and sour carp. The whole fish is fried until golden and crispy, lying on the plate with its head held high, covered with orange-red sweet and sour sauce, and the aroma of sweet and sour flavors is irresistible.

Braised pork slices, stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers, smashed cucumber... In no time, the square table was filled with plates.

Zheng Feng picked up the serving chopsticks and first took the largest piece of braised pork, which trembled as it landed in her bowl. The pork was marbled with fat and lean meat and coated with glistening sauce.

"Eat." His voice was full of doting affection.

Wei Juan stared wide-eyed at the piece of meat in her bowl, which was almost as big as her fist. In the Wei family, let alone such a large piece of meat, she wouldn't even get a scrap of meat floating in the dishes.

She carefully picked it up and put it in her mouth.

The pork skin was soft and tender, melting in her mouth, while the lean meat was succulent. The salty and sweet flavor exploded on her tongue, so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

It's so delicious!

Wei Juan's eyes lit up instantly, like two little stars igniting in the darkness.

Seeing her like this, Zheng Feng smiled slightly and put another piece of golden-brown braised pork on his plate.

"Try this."

Wei Juan kept her head down, eating quickly, taking small bites at a time. She had never known that fish could be boneless and have a sweet and sour taste; that ordinary potatoes, eggplants, and peppers stir-fried together could be so delicious with rice.

Her cheeks were bulging from eating, like a little hamster hoarding food.

Zheng Feng barely touched his chopsticks, but occasionally picked up food for her, taking the tenderest pieces of meat from the fish's belly and putting them in her bowl, and also pouring the sauce from the meat pieces over her rice.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." He looked at her wolfing down her food, feeling a little amused but also a little sad.

What kind of life did this child lead before?

As she ate, Wei Juan's eyes reddened.

At first, a single tear, the size of a bean, fell silently into her rice bowl. Then, like beads from a broken string, it wouldn't stop. She quickly lowered her head, trying to hide it with the act of eating, but her shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

The food was so delicious that it made her feel wronged.

Those deep-seated grievances and sorrows, deliberately forgotten, were now stirred up by the delicious food on the table, causing a great upheaval.

Zheng Feng paused in his chopsticks, his brow furrowing slightly, but his voice remained extremely soft: "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

Wei Juan shook her head desperately, her mouth stuffed with food, unable to speak, but her tears fell even more fiercely.

It wasn't that she thought it tasted bad; it was that it tasted too good. It was as good as a dream. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes and opened them again, the dream would end, and she would still be Wei Juan eating cold cornbread in the kitchen, and her father would disappear as if he had never existed.

Zheng Feng was silent for a moment, then picked up another piece of stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant and put it into her bowl. "If you want to eat this in the future, Dad will bring you here every day."