Chapter 2073 - : Good things do not last.

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From what he recalled, his mother, who had silky-smooth hair, which reached her waist, would always have it tied whenever she worked in the garden with her pruning tools in her spare time.

After she left the Mu family, she got herself a job in a nursery, doing what she loved best—floral arts. Her works were well-received, which earned her quite the reputation in the field.

A wave of melancholia washed over him as his gaze lingered on these flowers.

Memories were the most terrifying thing ever, for the more beautiful people had of someone or something, the more heartbroken they would feel when they lost them.

The beautiful images in his mind suddenly fragmented and fell apart, jolting him back to the present. He was startled to discover that a tear had fallen from a corner of his eye.

Why am I crying?

It had been so long—more than a decade, in fact—since he last shed a tear. He thought that his heart had long turned into a piece of hard rock, so he was surprised to realize that he still had a soft spot in his heart.

Flustered and helpless feelings settled inside Yun Shishi as she watched her brother’s eyes turn moist. She quickly wiped his tears away with her hands.

“Xiao Jie…”

The man curled his lips in a wry smile, commenting, “Good things don’t last.”

She nodded in agreement as she let out an inward sigh.

“Yeah. That’s why we must cherish what we have now.”

…

“I’m bushed!” huffed Little Yichen as he opened the door as he panted his way to the kitchen to place the grocery bags in his hands on the countertop.

Youyou came in moments later and saw their uncle sitting at the dining table, deeply absorbed with the spoils he had won from playing the games earlier in the day. He took a closer look at the item he was fiddling with—a limited-edition model car which had been developed by Lezhi. For some reason, the man had taken the toy apart and was curiously studying its individual parts.

“Ah… It turns out that uncle is still a child at heart,” coolly remarked the boy.

Upon hearing his voice, his mother popped her head out from the kitchen and greeted him with a grin, “You’re back!”

“Yep.”

“I’m done cooking the rice,” she eagerly announced.

He puffed up his chest and shooed her away with a grandiose wave. “You may step aside now and leave the rest to me.”

“I understand, chef!”

He then entered the kitchen with the rest of the groceries and swiftly proceeded with the selection—washing and cutting the vegetables. Fifteen minutes later, Gong Jie heard a series of clanking noises coming from the kitchen, followed by the loud chopping sound made by a knife on a chopping board. He could not help but be drawn to these.

He found himself walking to the kitchen, where he saw his youngest nephew sectioning a French onion with a chopper in his hand while standing atop his exclusive stool.

“Wow…”

The tremendous, shocking impact that he was dealt with from witnessing the little lad cooking in the kitchen caused his jaws to slack, forming a big ‘O’ shape with his mouth.

My nephew is so talented.

I didn’t expect him to be truly gifted in cooking, too.

Just by his cutting skills alone, he deserves full marks from me.

With the boy speedily and expertly wielding the knife, the ingredients were prepped and sorted accordingly in no time. As he stood before the gas stove, he proceeded to light it up, heat the wok, and then stir-fry the ingredients.

The wok was too heavy for his limited strength, so he had to use both his hands to lift it. The action might seem somewhat clumsy, but as soon as the wok caught fire, he added a spoonful of oil and ingredients before stir-frying it in a dashing manner. A delicious fragrance wafted out of the wok.

The man watched the entire cooking process in awe.

…

The boy had just placed his last dish—a steaming hot soup—on the table when his father returned home from work. Mu Yazhe pushed open the front door, only to see Gong Jie sitting elegantly at the dining table as he flashed him a bright smile.

“My brother-in-law is back.”

His expression instantly darkened.

Why is this person here?!

He could not help being a bit wary as he voiced the question in his mind. “What are you doing here?”