Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 788: Chapter 788: Pullan’s Facebook Circle

Lena Locke’s photo triggered a burst of enthusiasm in Pullan as he edited the caption, “Mom Han’s cooking tastes the most like home. Love it!”

After finishing the caption, he didn’t forget to attach the photo Lena sent him.

He clicked send and then started eating the dishes contentedly.

After breakfast, Abigail called Church Smith. Mom Han had been preparing food since that time and made a lot of delicious dishes. Seeing everyone eating happily, she was even more delighted than eating herself.

Sitting next to Abigail, Clara Smith was influenced, and her eyebrows carried a gentle smile. From leaving home at eighteen, to now after thirty years, she thought she would never have a home again. But at this moment, listening to everyone’s laughter and seeing their smiling faces, Clara found herself whisked back to her childhood. At that time, her mother was still alive, her grandparents were still around, and her father’s stubbornness could not withstand her mother’s displeased glance. Mom Han was as happy as she was today but younger.

Thinking about it, Clara’s smile deepened, carrying a nostalgic flavor.

Abigail, sitting beside her, happened to catch Clara’s expression, raising her eyebrows slightly. The gloomy mood from the night before was soothed as she casually picked up a piece of braised eggplant and placed it on Clara’s plate.

Clara looked at the sudden addition of eggplant on her plate and turned to look at Abigail.

Abigail shrugged, “I heard Mom Han mention before that you loved her braised eggplant the most. Did she remember wrong?”

“No.” Clara shook her head slightly, looking down at the piece of eggplant with moist eyes. She hadn’t expected her daughter to be so attentive; remembering her irresponsible mother’s preference just because of Mom Han’s casual chatter.

She felt touched yet guilty.

Seeing this, Abigail couldn’t help but mock Clara, “Is it that touching?”

Clara quietly ate that piece of braised eggplant, then suddenly heard Abigail lean towards her ear and say, “Mom.”

Clang…

The bamboo chopsticks fell on the stone table with a clear clattering sound. Clara looked at Abigail in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock, “What did you… what did you just call me?”

Clara’s voice lost control because of too much excitement, sounding hoarse, startling everyone present, making them look over in confusion.