Lin Zhiyuan’s face darkened at Lu Rong’s words, clearly stirred by unpleasant memories. With his daughter present, however, he had to force a cheerful smile. "You're very thoughtful."
Lu Rong smiled back. "Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold."
"Right." Lin Zhiyuan took the chopsticks, stirred the noodles, and took a bite. The vegetable noodles had only a faint, plain flavor; truth be told, he didn't care for it, but he felt a certain nostalgia for that specific time.
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