Mrs. Yue came down and saw that the two of them were very close. Yue Tingfeng was half-pressing Yan Qingsi. She blushed and cleared her throat: "Ahem, pay attention!"
Yue Tingfeng raised the corners of her lips, but instead of letting go of Yan Qingsi, she kissed her on the face and said, "Mom, I want to eat shredded chicken noodle soup."
Mrs. Yue snorted: "It's good to have a bite to eat with you. Why don't you choose with me?"
That's what he said, but ten minutes later, what the fifth sister-in-law brought out from the kitchen were two bowls of hot shredded chicken noodle soup.
Thin strands of noodles, poured with clear chicken soup, sprinkled with shredded chicken, and topped with some shredded vegetables, the bowl of noodles is full of aroma.
Mrs. Yue took off her apron and handed it to the fifth sister-in-law, and said to them both: "Eat it while it's hot. After you finish it, you can leave as soon as possible."
Mrs. Yue said with a look of disgust, but she reminded them again and again that their faces were very hot, so be careful.
When Yan Qingsi saw the bowl of noodles, she was stunned. Long-lasting memories were recalled at this moment. Time and space flew by. She was still an 8-year-old girl, and she could still hear clearly in her ears. Mother's advice.
"Sisi, please eat this bowl of noodles obediently. Mom will be back soon after going out."
"Sisi, from now on, if mom can't cook for you, you have to eat well and don't be picky about food, do you understand?"
"Sisi, even if your mother is no longer by your side, you must be brave and strong..."
Then, she really could never come back.
"Why don't you eat?" Mrs. Yue's voice brought Yan Qingsi back from her memory. She didn't dare to raise her head for fear of being seen with her red eyes.
"Okay... I'll eat..." Yan Qingsi picked up the chopsticks. Her hands were shaking a little. She could hardly pick up the thin, weightless noodles.
Mrs. Yue saw that Yan Qingsi had picked at it many times, but she couldn't pick up the noodles. "Why are you eating like a child? You can't even use chopsticks. Here, take a fork."
Mrs. Yue handed over a fork, and Yan Qingsi quickly took it.
"How is the taste?"
Yan Qingsi lowered her head and nodded twice: "It's... delicious..."
Yue Tingfeng frowned, Yan Qingsi's voice was not right.
The taste lingered between her lips and teeth, coinciding with the taste that belonged to her mother in her memory. Yan Qingsi's hands shook even more violently, and the tears accumulated in her eyes couldn't help but want to fall. That mouthful of noodles was like a stone, stuck. In the chest, it was hard and painful.
Yue Tingfeng took a sip of the soup and said with a bit of disgust: "Mom, the noodles are a bit bland."
"If you have the ability, go ahead and be picky." Mrs. Yue was immediately satisfied when she saw Yan Qingsi burying her head in eating, unlike Yue Tingfeng.
Mrs. Yue said to the two of them: "There is still more in the kitchen. Go and serve it yourself after eating."
She looked at Qingsi's figure and shook her head: "I'm telling you, girl, don't think that being thin means being beautiful. If you really starve your body, you will be the one who suffers in the future. Why should you do it for others?" What about your vision and wronging yourself?"
Mrs. Yue talked a lot, and her caring words finally made Yan Qingsi's emotions unbearable. Tears suddenly poured out of her eyes like a desperate situation. She suddenly put down her fork and said hastily: "I'm sorry, I have something else to do. I'm leaving."
She ran out of Yue's house without taking her bag. Mrs. Yue didn't even react. She was gone: "What's going on?"
Yue Tingfeng realized something was wrong, "I'll go take a look."