h2> Jiang Yuan hugged Xiaobao, reached out and gently pressed the little cotton hat on Xiaobao's head, led Xuan Ziyue and Pan Xiaoxiao to jump out of the helicopter, and then strode towards home.

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Seeing the thin and old familiar figure standing at the door, Jiang Yuan's eyes warmed slightly. He handed the little treasure in his hand to Xuan Ziyue's hand and ran over in stride.

"Grandpa...I'm back..."

The main room, which had obviously just been replaced with fluorescent lamps, was now bright and bright. The family was sitting in front of the big round table. The atmosphere was indeed slightly quiet at this time. Only the sound of Xiaobao's "giggling" in the old man's arms filled the whole room.

The main room adds a touch of joy to this somewhat silent space.

"Okay, okay... let's eat... this is the last dish..."

A middle-aged lady with a dignified and beautiful face, wearing a simple colorful apron, brought a large basin of soup to the table, then took off her apron and sat at the table;

"Okay... let's eat... eat... thank you for your hard work, Yuping... these more than 20 years have passed, and I almost can't remember your craftsmanship!" Looking at the dishes on this table and the group of people sitting next to me

The old man couldn't help but stretched out his hand to slowly wipe the moist corners of his eyes with his children and grandchildren who seemed unfamiliar yet extremely familiar to him.

"Dad... my son has been unfilial these years..." Jiang Wenbo's eyes were also a little red, and he choked out as he looked at the old man.

"Stop talking, stop talking... You all have your difficulties... I am happiest when I can see you come back safely..." The old man hugged the little treasure in his hand tightly, and then looked at the people in front of him happily.

The person said: "Come on... let's eat vegetables, eat vegetables..."

"Come...Grandpa, give me the little treasure..." Xuan Ziyue on the side obediently took the little treasure from the old man's hand, while Jiang's mother on the opposite side quickly stood up, took the bowl in front of the old man, and filled it for the old man.

He took a bowl of chicken soup and said with a smile: "Dad... come here, you can try my craftsmanship again and see if it has deteriorated!"

"Okay...I'll have a taste, I'll have a taste..." The old man picked up the bowl and nodded with pleasure.

At this time, Jiang's mother looked at her son who was sitting next to the old man. She looked at her son's face that had been silent since they met. She sighed softly and felt that her eyes seemed a little hot. She stretched out her hands and trembled slightly.

Then he picked up the bowl in front of his son, carefully filled a bowl of chicken soup, put it over, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoyuan... try the chicken soup made by mom... see... see if it tastes good..."

Jiang Yuan's head was still slightly lowered, looking at the bowl of fragrant and steaming chicken soup, but he didn't make any move.

Looking at Jiang Yuan's reaction, Jiang Wenbo was also silent for a while, but his somewhat gloomy face showed that he seemed to have a lot of feelings in his heart at this time...

Xuan Ziyue on the side looked at Jiang Yuan and then at Jiang Mu opposite her. After pursed her lips, she squeezed out a smile and looked at Jiang Yuan. She was about to speak when she heard Jiang Yueming suddenly cheered.

He shouted: "Brother...you drink the soup...the soup made by mom is delicious, but I rarely make soup now. I can't even drink it on weekdays...you drink it quickly..."

Listening to this happy voice, Jiang Yuan's silent face seemed to waver, and then he lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand to slowly pick up the bowl of soup, picked up the spoon, and slowly scooped a spoonful of chicken soup.

Slowly brought it to his mouth, blew carefully, and then carefully took a small sip...

As they drank this small mouthful of chicken soup, in the shadow of Jiang Yuan's lowered head, everyone could see that Jiang Yuan's hand seemed to be trembling slightly...

However, no one said anything at this time. Even the old man on the side just looked at his precious grandson with peace and compassion. His hands began to tremble slightly, and then he pursed his lips hard.

, also reached out to pick up his own bowl and began to drink the soup carefully.

"Brother...how is it? Does it taste good?" Jiang Yueming's voice sounded happily again.

Hearing this question, Jiang Yuan's hands seemed to freeze again, and then he finally raised his head, nodded slowly, and said in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Hmm... it tastes good..."

As Jiang Yuan spoke these words, the seemingly silent atmosphere in the room seemed to come alive in an instant.

At this time, the old man happily put down the soup bowl in his hand, raised his chopsticks, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay... come on, let's eat vegetables, eat vegetables..."

"Okay...eat the food, eat the food...I'm so hungry..." Pan Xiaoxiao, who had already been depressed by the atmosphere in the room, also shouted with joy at this time, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of food from the table.

Putting large pieces of chicken into Jiang Yuan's bowl, he said happily: "Jiang Yuan... don't just drink soup, but also eat more meat..."

"Hmm..." Jiang Yuan nodded gently.

Seeing Jiang Yuan's reaction, Jiang Wenbo and Jiang's mother looked at each other at this time, with a look of joy and relaxation in their eyes. Today, their precious son has been able to

I felt a flash of excitement flash across his face, but then he remained silent and didn't show any good looks;

The two couples also knew that in the past twenty years, their parents had not seen each other, and they had relied on the grandfather and grandson to support each other. It was natural that the son had objections; the two couples could only feel guilty.

I endured the pain in my heart...

However, things are getting better now... Although my son ignores me as a parent, he is still quite close to his younger brother...

Looking at their youngest son with raised eyebrows and a proud look on his face, the couple felt happy and sad at the same time... Over the years, compared to their own little son who had held it in his hands since he was a child and was afraid of touching it, and put it in his mouth.

For the transformed younger son, my eldest son has really... suffered a lot, and it's not easy... and yet he can reach this level by himself at the age of twenty-seven or eighty-years-old... I really don't know what he is.

How did you work hard?

Thinking of this, the couple felt sad again, and felt their eyes sore and hot. They felt that their decades of cultivation and calmness had disappeared in this moment. They quickly picked up the bowl in their hands and ate.

Get up to eat...

Looking at the appearance of this family, the smile on Xuan Ziyue's face gradually grew stronger. She held Xiaobao in one hand and put two chopsticks of food on Jiang Yuan who had just finished the soup in the bowl with the other hand.

Then he picked up a small piece of fragrantly cooked chicken, put it into Xiaobao's mouth, and said happily: "Come on...be good, Xiaobao, with a big mouth, eat it in one bite..."

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