Lin Yao's apartment.
"Dad, why are you still up?"
After bidding farewell to Mo Yan and Fangfang, Lin Yao returned to the apartment and saw Lin Duanzheng still sitting on the sofa as soon as he entered the door.
"Nothing, can't sleep, watch TV."
Lin Duanzheng picked up the remote control from the coffee table in a panic and made the appearance of watching TV.
"It smells good, what is it?"
Lin Yao smelled the scent of the dishes and walked to the table curiously, a surprise smile suddenly appeared on her face:
"Wow, fish head tofu soup! And sauced pig's feet! Dad, did you make it?"
Lin Duanzheng coughed, still watching TV, and said casually:
"Well, it's okay to be idle."
Lin Yao turned to look at his father's back, Shui Yingying's eyes quietly curved into crescents, and said softly:
"Thank you Dad."
"I said that I did nothing to do in my spare time, what do you thank me for?"
Lin Duanzheng said unnaturally. Seeing that his daughter was ready to eat, he quickly said:
"Wait, the soup is cold, I'll warm it up for you."
Then he got up and brought the fish head tofu soup into the kitchen.
"Dad, sit down and let me come."
Lin Yao followed up in the kitchen.
"Go outside and wait. You get so tired every day. See how thin you are?"
Lin Duanzheng turned around and glared at Lin Yao.
"Oh, sorry."
Lin Yao stuck out her tongue and exited the kitchen obediently.
Looking at her daughter's slender figure, Lin Duanzheng sighed distressedly, and silently lowered his head to warm the soup.
After a while, when Lin Duanzheng brought the fish head soup out of the kitchen, he saw Lin Yao's mouth full of oil while holding the root sauce and his pig's feet.
He stayed for a while, somehow, and suddenly remembered something from many years ago.
His daughter and wife are most greedy for the sauced pig's knuckles sold outside. He found it unhygienic, so he learned how to make it.
Lin Duanzheng remembered that when he put the sauced pig's knuckles on the table, both his daughter and his wife couldn't wait to grab one of them and bit them.
At that time, Lin Yao was only six years old, and she was holding pig's feet like she does now, chewing her mouth full of oil.
At that time, he and Hai Yao were still a loving couple, and none of those things happened between them...
"Dad, come eat too."
Seeing Lin Duan came out, Lin Yao quickly put down the trotters in her mouth and went to help put the hoof soup on the table.
"Ok."
Lin Duanzheng came back to his senses and sat down. Seeing Lin Yao picked up the trotters and chewed again, her mouth and hands were full of oil, but she still chewed with relish, with a happy smile on her face.
Just like when I was a child.
Lin Duanzheng's face couldn't help showing a rare smile. He couldn't help but took out the phone he bought during the day and took a picture of his daughter's cute appearance of chewing pig's feet.
"Oh, dad, don't shoot, it's ugly."
Lin Yao was taken aback. Because of the girl's beauty-conscious nature, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth full of oil.
Lin Duanzheng was also a little embarrassed. He was used to maintaining the image of a strict father in front of his daughter. He didn't expect that he could not help taking pictures of his daughter and was seen by her.
He subconsciously raised his face: "Don't talk while eating."
Lin Yao licked her fingers soaked in the marinade, and said dumbly, "Dad, we are not eating now, we should be eating supper?"
Lin Duanzheng looked at his daughter so cute, his eyes softened, but he still couldn't say good things, so he insisted:
"I can't talk while eating supper."
"Oh." Lin Yao said, bowing her head to drink the soup, but the corners of her mouth cocked slightly.
For many years, my father hasn't cooked for me.
So happy!
After the father and daughter finished the supper in a silent and warm atmosphere, Lin Yao got up to clean up, ready to wash the dishes.
Lin Duanzheng stopped her: "It's so late, you can wash up and go to sleep."
Lin Yao still wants to insist: "But Dad, you are also very hard cooking for me..."
Lin Duanzheng scowled again: "Isn't you obedient?"
Lin Yao had to lower her head: "Oh."
Lin Duanzheng glanced at his daughter, then packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen.
"dad."
Suddenly behind him came a crisp voice from his daughter, and Lin Duan looked back.
"Can you tell me what happened to your mother...divorce?"
Lin Yao was still wearing the clothes of the fan meeting, with a long skirt wagging the floor, and a black cotton coat on her upper body. She probably had just drank the soup, and her cheeks were a little rosy.
The peach-shaped eyes flashed with moist luster under the light, and there was a trace of anxiety on his face.
This question has been held in Lin Yao's heart for many years.
She doesn't know why, the happy family she once became like this.
She wanted to know why.
But for so many years, Lin Yao never dared to ask his father.
And tonight, perhaps the sauced pig's feet are too fragrant, or the fish head soup is too warm, so Lin Yao finally had the courage to ask this question.
Lin Duanzheng's movements froze instantly.
The atmosphere in the house also became silent.
After a while, Lin Duanzheng said calmly: "Wait until I finish washing the dishes."
Lin Yao was taken aback for a moment, and nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll wait."
Then she sat on the sofa obediently, although her face was exhausted, she still sat upright, just as her father had asked her since she was a child.
Lin Duanzheng looked at his daughter, did not speak any more, turned around and walked into the kitchen.
While he was washing the dishes, his thoughts floated uncontrollably back to more than ten years ago.
He and his ex-wife were once a loving couple that others envied.
However, what made the two of them come to this point?
"Huh! That shameless little white face!"
Lin Duanzheng snorted.
But there was no such determination and resentment in his voice.
The love history between Lin Duanzheng and Hai Yao is actually quite legendary.
The two met at the university, one is the chairman of the student union, and the other is the school flower.
Lin Duan was publicly confessing to Hai Yao at the graduation party.
This is the most extraordinary thing he has ever done in his life.
Half a year after graduation, the two got married.
The wedding was very ordinary, there were not so many romantic tricks in that era.
Hai Yao's father died young, and he and his mother depended on each other since childhood. Soon after the two got married, Hai Yao was pregnant with a child, and Hai Yao's mother moved over to live with them so as to take care of Hai Yao.
After Lin Yao was born, he added more happiness to this small family.
At that time, everything was like mixing oil with honey, happiness and harmony.
At what point did everything start to change?
Rushing...
Lin Duanzheng held a bowl in his hand, and the water kept washing down, almost washing away the ceramic patterns on the bowl.
Lin Duanzheng raised his hand to turn off the faucet, put the bowl down, and put his hands on the sink.
Over the years, he has never wanted to think deeply about the past.
He always attributed his failed marriage to the little white-faced actor Hai Yao knew.
But tonight, when his daughter asked this question, he forced him to reflect seriously.
He finally discovered one thing he had been reluctant to face.
In fact, the problem between him and Hai Yao has never been related to others.
Probably, it's time to tell my daughter...
Lin Duanzheng settled down, washed the dishes, wiped them clean, and then walked out of the kitchen.
"Daughter, I will tell you now..."
Suddenly, Lin Duanzheng's voice stopped abruptly.