Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 251 True Feelings

After a while, Lin Feng slowly let go of Li Yurong. He raised his head, his eyes red and tears still on his face. He wiped his tears, looked at his mother, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Li Yurong looked at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with heartache. She reached out and gently stroked Lin Feng's face, her gesture full of love. She smiled and said, "Feng'er, wait a moment, I'll cook for you." After that, she pulled Lin Feng to a chair and asked him to sit down.

Lin Feng watched his mother's busy back, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that all this was fake, but his mother's love was so real. He sat in the chair, his body trembling slightly involuntarily. He felt like a bystander, watching all this beautiful happening, but knowing clearly that it was just an illusion.

He finally couldn't help but stand up and walked to the kitchen. He saw his mother preparing the ingredients. The familiar scene made his heart ache. He walked to his mother and whispered, "Mom, let me help you wash the vegetables and cook."

Li Yurong turned her head and looked at Lin Feng, her eyes full of satisfaction. She smiled and said, "That's good, Feng'er has grown up and knows how to help mom with work."

Lin Feng took the vegetables from his mother's hand and began to wash them carefully. His movements were a little clumsy, but full of seriousness. He looked at the vegetables in his hands and thought to himself, "Even if all this is fake, I still cherish this feeling of home." His eyes were filled with a complex emotion, a mixture of helplessness at this falsehood and a longing for this warmth.

In the kitchen, Li Yurong was busy shuttling back and forth in front of the stove. The dishes in the pot exuded an enticing aroma, and the oil in the pot made a slight "sizzling" sound from time to time, as if playing a warm family symphony.

Just as the meal was almost ready, Lin Feng sat at the shabby dining table, his eyes somewhat blurred as he watched his mother's busy back. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said to Li Yurong, "Mom, call Dad back to eat with us."

Li Yurong was concentrating on stir-frying the vegetables in the wok, the spatula in her hand rhythmically turning them. Hearing Lin Feng's words, her movements suddenly froze, the spatula pausing in the wok for a moment, sending up a few drops of oil. She froze for a moment, as if under a spell. After a moment, she came to her senses, slowly turned around, and tried to force a smile on her face, but there was a subtle hint of panic in her eyes. She said to Lin Feng, "Then we'll have to eat later. Your father won't be back that soon."

Lin Feng's face remained gloomy, just like the dark clouds covering the sky outside. His brows were furrowed tightly together, as if they could pinch a fly to death. Without the slightest hesitation, he said in a low voice, "It's okay, it can wait."

Li Yurong looked at Lin Feng's determined expression, sighed softly, and nodded silently. She walked over to the somewhat old telephone, picked up the receiver, and slowly dialed Lin Guodong's number. The moment the call was connected, Li Yurong's voice was gentle but with a hint of urgency: "Guodong, Feng'er is not in a good mood today. He wants you to come back for dinner. Can you come back soon? The food is almost ready. We are all waiting for you here." As Li Yurong spoke, she glanced at Lin Feng with her eyes full of worry.

After finishing her call, Li Yurong returned to the kitchen. With Lin Feng's help, she brought steaming dishes to the table. The braised pork was bright red, exuding a rich, meaty aroma. Each piece of meat was cooked to a perfectly tender, almost melting in the mouth. The stir-fried vegetables were lush green and fresh, each leaf perfectly cooked, preserving the crispness and tenderness of the vegetables while infusing them with the fragrance of the seasoning. And then there was the bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The golden eggs and bright red tomatoes intertwined, filling the air with a sweet and sour aroma.

After the food was served, Lin Feng and Li Yurong sat at the table, quietly waiting for Lin Guodong. Li Yurong looked at Lin Feng's gloomy face, feeling very uncomfortable. She reached out and gently placed her hand on Lin Feng's arm, gently persuading him, "Feng'er, you should eat something first. Eat while you wait. The food will not taste good if it gets cold." Her eyes were full of concern, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her face was filled with a hint of worry.

Lin Feng shook his head gently, his eyes as firm as a rock, and said without hesitation: "Mom, I'm going to wait for Dad to come back and eat together." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of his heart, revealing an unquestionable determination.

So, the two of them sat quietly at the dining table, waiting. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and the light in the room also became a little dim. Li Yurong looked towards the door from time to time, her eyes full of anticipation, while Lin Feng lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking. His face was still gloomy, as if shrouded by a lingering haze.

Finally, after a long wait, hurried footsteps were heard outside. Then, the door flung open, and Lin Guodong hurried in. His forehead was covered in sweat, his hair was a little messy and plastered to his forehead, and in his hand, he was clutching a beautifully wrapped cake. His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was rapid, clearly having rushed all the way here.

As soon as he entered, Lin Feng's gloomy expression seemed to ease a little. A barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes, and his body unconsciously sat up a little straighter.

Li Yurong quickly stood up and went to meet Lin Guodong. She took the cake from him and said, "Old man, why are you back so late? We've been waiting for you for a long time." Then, she pulled Lin Guodong aside and, in a low voice, briefly described Lin Feng's current situation.

After hearing this, Lin Guodong walked quickly to Lin Feng, his heart aching. He squatted down and looked Lin Feng in the eye, his eyes filled with concern and worry. He gently placed his hand on Lin Feng's shoulder and asked in a hoarse voice, "Son, have you been bullied at school? Tell me, and I'll go and fight you." His eyes were determined, as if if Lin Feng said yes, he would rush to the school without hesitation to seek justice for his son.

Looking at Lin Guodong's concerned eyes, Lin Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, and the haze in his eyes dissipated a little. He said, "Dad, Mom, I'm not being bullied. I just want to have a meal with you and then go on a long trip."