Warren's pov
When I came downstairs, I smelled the smell of food.
The morning sun was streaming through the balcony door, and two people in the kitchen were smiling happily.
"Chris, you're such a good cook. Teach me another day when you've time, and I'll do it for his father."
"Good mother, as long as you want to learn, I can teach you any time."
Seeing such a harmonious scene, my heart suddenly became gentle.
"Brother Warren, go and rest. You can eat in five minutes." As if she heard my footsteps, Chris turned around and smiled at me.
She called me "Brother" Warren, which made me feel good, "OK."
"Mom, you go sit down too, I'll take care of things here." Chris pushed mom out as well.
I have a long aftertaste of her smile, so beautiful, so beautiful, it's not tinged with fine dust
