Yao Huiqin shook the bag in her hand hard, got out of the car, entered the teahouse, and arrived at the appointed private room. Ding Han had already arrived.
"Mrs. Huo." Ding Han stood up and greeted.
When Yao Huiqin saw this face that looked almost exactly the same as Jian Xi's, even though she had made mental preparations, she still couldn't help but feel excited. But after all, she was a person who had seen the big world. Yao Huiqin was still calm on the surface, "Miss Ding, I take the liberty of asking you out. We met, didn’t I bother you, did I?”
Ding Han twitched the corners of her lips slightly. Because she was usually more rigorous, her smile seemed a bit stiff, "It's the weekend, I just have time at the moment."
The two of them sat down. Yao Huiqin obviously had a lot to say, but when she saw Ding Han, she remembered all the things she had done to Jian Xi in the past, and her throat suddenly felt like something was stuck, unable to say a word.
In silence, Ding Han skillfully moved the warming utensils, set the tea, brewed it, poured the tea, and finally placed a small cup of tea in front of Yao Huiqin, "Please drink tea."
This scene was so familiar that Yao Huiqin's heart felt as if someone had pulled her hard. Her eyes fell on Ding Han's hand and did not leave.
Ding Han said: "Ms. Tang has already told me that you miss your deceased eldest daughter-in-law too much, and I look very similar to your daughter-in-law, so you want to meet me."
Yao Huiqin nodded, "It's very similar."
Ding Han slightly curled his lips.
Yao Huiqin, “Even the smiles are exactly the same.”
The smile on Ding Han's lips froze slightly, "It seems that the relationship between the old lady and her daughter-in-law is very good. Her daughter-in-law is gone, and you still care about her so much."
Yao Huiqin felt a dull pain in her heart and shook her head with a wry smile, "I care because of guilt. Xiao Xi is a gentle and kind-hearted woman, but I have always looked down on her and opposed her everywhere. In the end... this will happen. Such a tragedy..."
Yao Huiqin's eyes were a little sour, so she said no more. She lowered her head to bring the tea, took a sip, frowned slightly, and then nodded, "It tastes good. Miss Ding, do you like tea?"
Ding Han shook his head and said truthfully: "I don't like drinking tea."
"But your tea-making skills are not like those of a novice. It would be impossible for you to make tea with such a taste for three to five years. Moreover, I just noticed that you are very skilled in making tea."
Ding Han looked at his hand in confusion, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. It was fragrant and sweet, and tasted really good.
Ding Han frowned in disbelief, "I went abroad 20 years ago. I only drank coffee, never tea. I didn't know the tea I brewed tasted so good."
"Have you been staying abroad?"
"Yes."
"Then when did you return to China?"
"end of last year."
"Where is your hometown?"
"Fan City."
Yao Huiqin looked surprised, she was also from Fancheng, "Then what is your father's name?"
"Ding Zhumin, but we have severed the relationship between father and daughter long ago."
"Why sever ties?"
"This..." Ding Han looked embarrassed.
Only then did Yao Huiqin realize that she had asked too many questions, "I'm really sorry, I was too talkative."
Ding Han shook his head, picked up the tea cup and drank tea with his head down.
Yao Huiqin added: "To be honest, my daughter-in-law was killed in a plane crash, but her body was not found at that time. I always held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking she might still be alive, so I couldn't help but ask a few more questions. sentence."
Ding Han nodded in understanding and looked at the watch on his hand, as if he was in a hurry.