Chapter 1393

Seeing Ling Xuanhan, Cheng Jiuyuan didn't say anything, but looked helpless.

He knew that Ling Xuanhan was also very distressed, his son became like this, but he was powerless, the worst.

Cheng Jiuyuan looked at Ling Chenchen tenderly: "Chenchen, don't be afraid. Your father is so anxious because he is worried that you will suffer from hunger. When people are anxious, they will lose control of themselves and lose their reason."

Ling Chenchen buried his head between his legs and did not speak.

Cheng Jiuyuan continued: "Do you see what uncle brought you?"

As he spoke, he opened the insulation box.

The smell of claypot rice permeates instantly.

As soon as Ling Chenchen smelled this smell, he immediately raised his head, even the timid eyes were full of longing.

Cheng Jiuyuan smiled and said to him: "That's right, this is the claypot rice you like to eat. Hurry up and eat it. It won't taste good when it gets cold."

Ling Chenchen had been hungry all day, and his stomach was indeed so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but he didn't dare to come here, and gave Ling Xuanhan a timid look.

It seemed that he was worried that Ling Xuanhan would blame him.

Ling Xuanhan received his timid eyes, helplessly endured the annoyance in his heart, and said, "Come and eat."

Only then did Ling Chenchen crawl over feebly, took the claypot rice from Cheng Jiuyuan's hand, and tried to pick it into his mouth.

Eating voraciously, it doesn't look like anorexia at all.

He is not suffering from anorexia, but all the food is not to his liking, only this claypot rice he likes to eat.

Seeing that Ling Chenchen finished eating the claypot rice in a while, Ling Xuanhan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up: "Doctor Cheng, this claypot rice..."

"It was sent by Shi Miao." Cheng Jiuyuan knew what he wanted to ask and replied.

Mistakes flowed through Ling Xuanhan's eyes.

I can't believe it either.

He personally went to Ye Ningyuan to ask Shi Miao to cook for Ling Chenchen, but she flatly refused.

Why do you still have to cook for someone to deliver?

What is this woman planning?

Seeing that Ling Chenchen was full, Cheng Jiuyuan handed him a glass of warm water.

Ling Chenchen ate and drank enough, took the warm water, and drank it gurglingly.

After Ling Chenchen finished speaking, Cheng Jiuyuan asked him: "Chenchen, what does the claypot rice you ate just now taste like?"

"It smells...of love..." Ling Chenchen said a few words weakly.

But Ling Xuanhan was so shocked that he stared at him for a long time and couldn't reflect.

His son actually tasted the taste of love from the food cooked by a strange woman?

As his biological father, he did his best and worked hard for him.

Love him so much and worry about something wrong with him.

But he has always avoided him, and even ran away from home several times in order to escape his sight!

Ling Chenchen's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Ling Xuanhan's heart.

Cheng Jiuyuan understood the reason why Ling Chenchen likes to eat claypot rice made by Shi Miao, and he also had a bottom line in his heart.

"Chenchen is awesome, you can taste the taste of love. It's very good." Cheng Jiuyuan praised him: "Then let your father cook for you tomorrow morning. Can you taste what it tastes like?"

Cheng Jiuyuan took the opportunity to ask.

Just as he thought, the reason why Ling Chenchen became so autistic was because of lack of love.

Autistic children have very sensitive minds and have unique insights into taste.

Even if ordinary people can't taste it, they can taste how much heart and love the cook puts into cooking.

Shi Miao's first claypot rice was made for Zhan Yeling, so it was naturally full of love.

Now, because she felt sorry for Ling Chenchen, she must have poured her love into the claypot rice she cooked for him.

And Ling Chenchen just lacks love.

Ling Chenchen gave Ling Xuanhan a timid look: "He doesn't know how to cook."