Qin Yingyue did not say anything else.
It had been so many years since they had parted. Every parent's dream was to be able to taste their son's cooking. This brought them great happiness and comfort.
As she thought about it, Qin Yingyue's eyes teared up.
"Thankfully I didn't cry earlier." Qin Yingyue took out a tissue and wiped her eyes.
"But I didn't raise him. I don't feel at ease eating this meal."
"What do you mean you didn't raise him?" Shen Shuyi said.
"You're the one who gave him life. That's the greatest kindness you've ever shown. No one is more qualified to eat what he cooks than you."
Qin Yingyue wiped her tears. "It's not as straightforward as you make it out to be."
"You've been with Lin Jingzhan for so many years. Why haven't you picked up his ruthlessness? You're still so sentimental. What's wrong with you?"
"There are things you don't understand."