Mo Huawen opened his eyes and was stunned to see his daughter holding the serving platter. His gaze moved from her to the platter she held. On it was a bowl of plain porridge, a dish of pickled cucumbers and a plat of vinegar chicken. They were all dishes that he loved. He then turned to look at Mo Xuetong's face with a hint of sadness.

Tong'er resembled Luo Xia greatly, especially when she held the serving platter. Now that he thought about it, he realized how deeply he loved ...