Ever since Angelina arrived, Belinda could not take her eyes off the young woman.
Angelina had to lower her head out of embarrassment every time she saw the lady of the house looking at her with so much enthusiasm.
Belinda could not be any happier. This was her Camelia. She finally saw her. She teared up at the relief of finding her after a long time.
Martin went over to hug her shoulders and tried to calm her down. She tried to control her emotion.
"Mom, let's get inside and chat," suggested Jeremy.
"Right. I almost forgot. Angelina, come, let's go inside," Belinda said, leading the way.
"Maria, please bring the food out. It's time for dinner."
"You haven't had dinner, have you? I've cooked some dishes you would like."
She walked over to Angelina's side and clung to her arms. She had endless words to say to her. She badly wanted to talk to her daughter for as long as she could.
"You cooked it yourself?" Angelina asked, looking at her with surprise and disbelief.
Angelina could not fathom the idea that this lady who was a member of a wealthy family knew how to cook.
Since she entered the villa, she hadn't seen anyone else except two servants.
The two servants were both aged. One was the housekeeper, Li, who was in charge of house chores and transportation. The other one was Maria, the cook in the villa.
Belinda's heart jumped with joy when Angelina responded to her. She cheerfully responded to her daughter's question, "Sure! I cooked some dishes that you used to like when you were a kid, but I'm not sure if you still like them." As these words came out of her mouth, she started to get anxious.
The thought of Angelina not liking the dishes she prepared made her worry.
Angelina couldn't help but look at Belinda. She had kept her eyes on her since she arrived. This lady cooked personally when she heard that she was coming.
She didn't even pay much attention to her son when he greeted her just now. All her attention was solely on Angelina.
Deep in her heart was a kind of warmth she had never felt before. A mother's love, deep and strong with affection.
Angelina mustered her courage and took her mother's hand. "Of course I will like them. I'm so glad I'd get to taste your cooking, Auntie."
"Mr. and Mrs. Gu, dinner is ready." When the family came to the table, everything was already prepared by Maria.
The cook studied Angelina intently from time to time. Even she couldn't believe that the daughter who had been missing for nearly two decades was finally at the family villa, eating dinner together with them.
"Okay, let's eat first. We can talk later after dinner," said Martin.
"Angelina, you must be very hungry now. Come, sit down," ushered Belinda.
Martin took the host's seat. Belinda guided Angelina to sit with her by the left side of the table. Jeremy sat opposite them.
The table was full with a delectable feast that would whet up anyone's appetite.
"Angelina, try this. It's sweet and sour spareribs. I remember you liked them when you were a kid. Try one, see if it still tastes the same as before."
Belinda helped Angelina get one piece into her plate and watched her expectantly.
Angelina didn't like sweet and sour spareribs very much. Moreover, she didn't have any memory of liking it even during her childhood. And now she knew that she didn't like it for sure.
But looking at Belinda's eyes that were full of anticipation, she took a bite and commented, "Oh, it tastes terrific. You're really good at cooking, Auntie."
Belinda beamed with delight, like a child who finally got the candy she wanted.
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