My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Zhou Yue.

"It seems your descendant isn't here."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhou Yue's eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

He nodded without saying anything, and continued to look at the screen of light.

Just then, a voice came from the kitchen.

"Xiaomei, dinner will be ready soon. Lie down and don't move."

It was Lin Feng's voice coming from the kitchen; he was clearly busy.

To Lin Mo's surprise, another voice rang out immediately afterward.

He was old, yet very powerful, exuding an undeniable air of authority.

"Lin Feng, don't be in such a hurry. What kind of mess are you making of?"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

He recognized that voice.

There were only a few words exchanged on the phone, but he remembered the voice very clearly.

Aged, composed, with a hint of suppressed trembling.

It's that wealthy man, a descendant of Zhou Yue.

Was he at home too?

Two figures emerged from the kitchen.

One of them was Lin Feng, wearing a blue apron, his hands covered in flour, and a white mark on his face.

He carried the plate carefully, as if afraid the dumplings would slip off.

The other was an old man, who looked to be under seventy, but was in good spirits and stood very straight.

He was also wearing an apron, his hands were also covered in flour, and he was carrying another plate of dumplings. His steps were even more steady than Raymond Lam's.

The setting sun shone on his face, revealing deep wrinkles, bright eyes, and a meticulous smile on his lips.

When Zhou Yue saw the old man's face, his soul was jolted.

That face, the contours of that face, those eyes, that nose...

She looks about 70% like him.

It just bears the marks of time.

There was still a trace of authority.

Yin Xue did a rough calculation and whispered, "So it seems he should be your grandson."

Zhou Yue remained silent.

He just stared at the old man, at his hands holding the plate, at the fine lines around his eyes.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly: "Yes, that's right, there's no doubt about it."

His eyes were a little red.

But there was a smile on his lips, a faint, gentle smile, as if he had been waiting for a very, very long time.

Lin Mo watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He looked into the light screen.

Lin Feng and the old man were still busy.

Lin Feng arranged the dumplings, then turned and went to the kitchen to get a dish of vinegar.

The old man set out chopsticks on the coffee table and then pulled over two chairs.

The two worked together seamlessly.

"Lin Feng, your cooking skills are not good enough."

The old man's voice came from the light screen, tinged with disdain.

"The dumpling wrappers were rolled out too thick, and the filling was too salty."

Lin Feng came out carrying a dish of vinegar and chuckled.

"This isn't my first time making one. I'll be fine next time."

The old man curled his lip: "Next time? Next time I have to make them, so you can see dumplings worth billions."

Lin Feng quickly waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, next time you take care of the dishes, and I'll help out."

The old man snorted and didn't say anything more, but a slight smile played on his lips.

Just then, a voice came from the bedroom doorway.

"You two, stop arguing."

Lin Mo's body stiffened slightly.

That voice was somewhat hoarse and weak, yet it carried a gentleness that he knew all too well.

He looked at the edge of the light screen.

A figure walked out of the bedroom door.

Zhou Xiaomei was wearing a faded pajamas, her hair casually tied up with a hair tie.

She was still very thin, with sunken cheeks, prominent collarbones, and wrists as thin as a withered twig.

But her eyes were bright, and the corners of her mouth were turned up.

She stood there, leaning against the door frame, watching the two men still bickering in the living room, a smile on her face.

"mom……"

Lin Mo's voice was very soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

Yin Xue remained silent.

Mianmian lay there quietly.

Zhou Yue stood behind him without saying a word.

……

In the light screen, Lin Feng quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Zhou Xiaomei waved her hand, a small gesture, but with a hint of stubbornness.

"Am I really that useless?"

Lin Feng didn't let go, but just held her, speaking in a very low voice.

"You've just been discharged from the hospital."

He has said this many times: in the hospital, on his way home, and now he is saying it again at home.

He didn't find it annoying, and neither did she.

Zhou Xiaomei smiled, a weak smile, but her eyes were bright.

"Thanks to my son's medicine and Mr. Zhou Sheng's medical team, I am now much better."

The elderly man, called Zhou Sheng, stepped forward from the other side and reached out to support her arm.

"So you still know the medical team is mine."

His voice carried a hint of reproach, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"They said that although you're recovering quickly, you're still very weak. Don't push yourself too hard."

Zhou Xiaomei did not argue further, and allowed the two men to help her to the sofa and sit down.

Lin Feng skillfully tucked the cushion behind her back.

Zhou Sheng pushed the dumplings toward her and set out a dish of vinegar and chopsticks.

After they finished doing all that, they each sat down.

The dumplings were still steaming hot.

Zhou Xiaomei picked one up, took a bite, and chewed very slowly.

She swallowed and nodded.

"tasty."

Lin Feng smiled, a smile that was somewhat smug.

"I wrapped it."

Zhou Sheng muttered something to himself, something like, "I helped too."

The three continued eating dumplings, their chopsticks occasionally making a crisp sound as they tapped the plates.

The setting sun was shining brightly outside the window, illuminating the coffee table, the plate of dumplings, and the faces of the three people.

Halfway through the meal, Zhou Sheng put down his chopsticks.

Looking at the couple across from him, he suddenly spoke with emotion.

Actually, I'm quite envious of you guys.

Lin Feng looked up, and Zhou Xiaomei was also looking at him.

Zhou Sheng's gaze swept across their faces, finally landing on the plate of dumplings on the coffee table.

"I don't even have any family now, what's the point of keeping a company around?"

He paused and continued:

"It seems like this is our family's fate. My grandfather passed away when my father was born, and now I'm in a similar situation. Back then..."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

But the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a bit deeper than before.

Lin Feng and Zhou Xiaomei exchanged a glance but remained silent.

They didn't know how to respond to that.

This old man is rich, powerful, and has access to the best medical team.

But he had no relatives.

He has no offspring, not even a spouse.

Zhou Xiaomei spoke softly, her voice gentle.

"It will be even more lively after my son comes back."

Zhou Sheng was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that phone call, and he always remembered the cold, stern voice of the boy on the other end.

He understood how he acquired his wealth and also had a general understanding of the existence of another world.

He knew that his grandfather, his only relative, was in that world.

That's why he spared no effort in helping Raymond Lam and Zhou Xiaomei.

I just hope that the boy in that world can bring his grandfather, Zhou Yue, back.

Even just a glance.

Thinking this, he picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the vinegar dish, and put it in his mouth.

He mumbled indistinctly, "Tsk, if your son can bring my grandfather back, I'll give him my whole company."

All three of them laughed.