The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 277 Heart-to-heart talk
The grandfather and grandson cooked another dish, and bursts of fragrance came from the kitchen.

Wen Wan is cooking.

Qin Ting stared at the chessboard, but his mind was filled with the image of Wen Wan cooking.

Get rid of the messy thoughts in your mind and concentrate on playing chess.

When it was time for dinner, plates of exquisite dishes were served, and the aroma took their breath away.

I have to say, the hands that have always been pampered and good at playing the piano are surprisingly good at cooking.

Qin Ting felt a little nervous when he sat at the dinner table.

But he appeared calm as he picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of food into his mouth.

Wen Wan's hands were shaking with nervousness, and she didn't dare to blink, just wanting to see her expression.

I don’t know if she can eat the food I cook.

As the tip of my tongue passed over the dish, I tasted the flavor, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it down my throat.

Seeing this, Wen Wan felt relieved, but still couldn't help asking, "How is it? Is it to your liking?"

Qin Ting nodded lightly, "Not bad."

Although not as good as Lin Zhen’s craftsmanship, it has its own unique flavor, and I actually feel a little... nostalgic!
Wen Wan ate in silence, as if she had been greatly encouraged and was extremely excited.

"Then mom will make it for you tomorrow!"

The old man looked very satisfied.

My daughter-in-law finally got it!
As long as he treats his granddaughter well, he will not care about the mistakes she made in the past.

The next morning, Wen Wan went to the supermarket to buy groceries. When she came back, she and her aunt were carrying a lot of things. At that time, Qin Ting had just gotten up.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw her. Wen Wan hurriedly greeted her and went into the kitchen.

I thought she was just talking, but I didn't expect she would actually cook!

I bought so much and I don’t know how long it will take to finish it.

After washing up, breakfast such as porridge, fried eggs and milk was already served on the table.

The kitchen aunt said, "Madam prepared all this early in the morning, for fear that the young lady would have nothing to eat when she got up." Qin Ting pursed her lips, thinking that she was just going to make lunch, but it turned out that she had already prepared breakfast before going out.

It only took twenty minutes to finish my meal while I sat at the table slowly.

I walked into the kitchen unconsciously. The aunt inside was helping to pick and wash vegetables and process meat. Wen Wan was wearing an apron and cutting vegetables and sharpening knives. I don’t know what was stewing in the pot, but it was bubbling.

Qin Ting's cold eyes gradually warmed up.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be loved by mother?

In the evening, Wen Wan sought out the old man for a heart-to-heart talk for the first time.

"Dad, do you think Tingting can forgive me?"

Wen Wan was a little worried. She had been in front of her these past two days and even cooked for her, but she was still the same as before, lukewarm and a little indifferent to her.

She knew that she had gone too far in the past, but as a mother, she was eager to be forgiven by her daughter.

The old man lazily raised his eyelids and said, "Sincerity can move mountains and break stones. People are all made of flesh and blood. What's more, she is your biological daughter. How could she never forgive you for the rest of her life?"

A lifetime...

Wen Wan smiled bitterly. A lifetime is too long and she simply can't wait even a moment.

"But I don't think she's going to forgive me."

The old man's brows furrowed instantly. "Why? If she doesn't forgive you, you won't try hard to get her back, right?"

"Of course not!" Wen Wan retorted: "I just hope she can forgive me sooner."

"Every time I see her chatting and laughing intimately with Grandpa and Dad, my heart aches. I'm her mother and should be the one closest to her, but the reality is that I'm worse than a stranger!"

Wen Wan sobbed and wiped away her tears, feeling very aggrieved.

The old man couldn't help but sigh when he saw her like that.

"You only know you're feeling wronged. What about the child? Doesn't she long for maternal love?"

(End of this chapter)