Chapter 168 She’s Never Tasted a Mom’s Cooking

Clifford set a plate of pasta in front of Zayne. "Try this, Zayne. Tell me if my pasta tastes good." Zayne reached out blindly for the fork. When Clifford noticed, he quickly placed it in Zayne's hand, who gave him a sweet smile and clumsily stirred the pasta with the fork. Clifford had never been good at cooking. The pasta looked awful, the meatballs were half-burnt, but Zayne ate happily. Not minding the heat, he took the first bite and smiled at Clifford. "Your cooking's really good, Dad." Then, one mouthful followed after another. But halfway through, his tears began dripping onto the plate. Clifford was startled. "What's wrong, Zayne? Is it too hot? Shall I blow on it for you before you eat?" Zayne shook his head and was too choked up to eat another bite. Sobbing, he cried out, "Dad, I really want to eat Mom's cooking. She used to make me something different every day, and I miss her so much…" Regret hit him hard. He remembered the day Noelle had left the house under the bla