Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Mrs. Yue came down and saw that the two were close together. Yue Tingfeng was half-pressing Yan Qingsi, her old face flushed and her throat cleared: "Cough, pay attention!"

Yue Tingfeng raised her lip corners. Instead of letting go of Yan Qingsi, she kissed her face and said, "Mom, I want chicken noodle soup."

Mrs. Yue snorted, "It's good to have a bite with you, and pick me up."

That's what it said, but after ten minutes, Wuxi came out of the kitchen with two bowls of hot chicken noodle soup.

Thin line noodles, topped with clear chicken broth, sprinkled with shredded chicken and served with some shredded vegetables, a bowl of noodles overflowing with aroma.

Mrs. Yue took off her apron and handed it to Wuyi, and said to them, "Hurry and eat while you're done, and hurry up after you."

Mrs. Yue said she was disgusted, but she reminded them that their faces were hot and careful.

When Yan Qingsi saw the bowl of noodles, the whole person was stunned. Long memories were drawn out at this moment. Time and space turned. She was an 8-year-old girl. She could still hear clearly in her ears. To mother's advice.

"Sisi, do you eat this bowl of noodles obediently, my mother will return soon after going out."

"Sisi, in the future, if your mother can't cook for you, you have to eat well, don't picky eaters, you know?"

"Sisi, even if your mother is not with you, you have to be brave and strong ..."

Then she really couldn't come back.

"Why not eat?" Madam Yue's voice pulled Yan Qingsi back from her memory. She did not dare to look up, for fear of being seen with red eyes,

"Okay ... I eat ..." Yan Qingsi picked up her chopsticks, her hands trembling a little, and the thin, weightless noodles she could barely pick up.

Mrs. Yue watched Yan Qingsi pick a lot, she couldn't pinch her face, "How can a child like you be like a child, chopsticks won't be used anymore, hey, take a fork."

Mrs. Yue handed a fork, Yan Qingsi quickly took over,

"what about the taste?"

Yan Qingsi pressed her head very low, and clicked twice: "It's ... delicious ..."

Yue heard the wind frown, why Yan Qingsi's voice was not right.

The taste lingered between the lips and teeth, coincided with the taste belonging to her mother in the memory, Yan Qingsi's hand shook even more, and the tears accumulated in the eye sockets couldn't control the desire to fall. The face was like a stone, stuck In the chest, it was stiff and aching.

Yue listened to the wind and drank a bit of soup, a little bit abandoned: "Mom, the face is a bit light."

"If you have the ability to do it yourself, you can pick and choose." Madam Yue watched Yan Qingsi bury her head and eat, unlike Yue Tingfeng, she was very satisfied.

Mrs. Yue said to the two of them: "There is still in the kitchen. After eating, go and serve."

She looked at Qingsi's figure and shook her head: "I said to you, girl, don't think that thinness is beautiful, you really hungry your body for good. In the future, you will be the one who suffers. Why should you do it for others? Vision, wronged yourself? "

Mrs. Yue said a lot, her thoughts of concern made Yan Qingsi's emotions finally unable to hold her, tears burst out like Jedi, and she suddenly put down her fork and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I still have something. I'm leaving."

He ran out of Yue's house without taking the bag. Mrs. Yue did not respond. People were gone: "What's wrong?"

Yue Tingfeng realized that he was wrong, "I'll go and see."