In the kitchen helping Zhou Rongrong with chores, Li Zhiyan watched her wearing an apron, recalling all the moments from his childhood to the present that began to surface in his heart.
"Mom, I remember when I was little, you were always busy in the kitchen with your apron on, and it's still the same now."
Zhou Rongrong pinched Li Zhiyan's face.
"At home, of course, I have to make delicious food for my precious son."
"Well, you'll have to keep making delicious food for me."
"Of course."
By now, the turmoil in Zhou Rongrong's heart had completely dissipated. Yes, what could be more significant than the feelings shared between mother and son over the past eighteen years?
She decided to treat the words of that crazy woman as if she had never heard them.
"Then, Mom, you've promised to stay with me forever."
"You really are a mama's boy."
"I like being a mama's boy; it makes me feel secure. I really can't sleep if I don't see you for a day."
