Chapter 339 Why Do You Want to Wrong Yourself?

Mrs. Yue came down and saw that the two were very close to each other. Yue Tingfeng was half pressing Yan Qingsi. Her old face turned red and she cleared her throat: "Ahem, be careful!"

Yue Tingfeng raised the corners of his lips. Instead of letting Yan Qingsi go, he kissed her on the face and said, "Mom, I want to eat chicken noodle soup."

Mrs. Yue snorted: "It's good to have you eat it, and you're still picking on me."

That's what she said, but more than ten minutes later, the fifth sister-in-law brought out two bowls of hot chicken noodle soup from the kitchen.

The thin noodles were poured with clear chicken soup, sprinkled with chicken shreds, and served with some shredded vegetables. The bowl of noodles was full of fragrance.

Mrs. Yue took off her apron and handed it to the fifth sister-in-law, saying to them: "Eat it while it's hot, and leave quickly after eating."

Mrs. Yue said with disgust, but she also reminded them that the noodles were very hot and they should be careful not to get burned.

When Yan Qingsi saw the bowl of noodles, she was stunned. The long-lost memory was brought back at this moment. Time and space changed. She was still an 8-year-old girl. She could still clearly hear her mother's instructions in her ears.

"Sisi, eat this bowl of noodles obediently, okay? Mom will be back soon after going out."

"Sisi, in the future, if mom can't cook for you, you must eat well and don't be picky, understand?"

"Sisi, even if mom is not by your side, you must be brave and strong..."

Then, she will never come back again.

"Why don't you eat?" Mrs. Yue's voice pulled Yan Qingsi back from her memory. She didn't dare to look up, afraid that people would see her red eyes.

"Okay... I'll eat..." Yan Qingsi picked up the chopsticks, her hands were shaking a little, and she could hardly pick up the thin, weightless noodles.

Mrs. Yue saw Yan Qingsi trying to pick up the noodles but still couldn't. "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 does it taste?"

Yan Qingsi lowered her head and nodded twice: "Very... delicious..."

Yue Tingfeng frowned. Why did Yan Qingsi's voice sound wrong?

The taste lingered between her lips and teeth, overlapping with the taste of her mother in her memory. Yan Qingsi's hands trembled more violently, and the tears accumulated in her eyes couldn't help falling. That mouthful of noodles was like a stone stuck in her chest, hard and painful.

Yue Tingfeng drank a mouthful of soup and said with a little disdain: "Mom, the noodles are a little bland."

"If you have the ability, go make it yourself, and you're still picky." Mrs. Yue saw Yan Qingsi buried her head in eating, unlike Yue Tingfeng, and was immediately very satisfied.

Madam Yue said to them, "There's more in the kitchen. Go get it yourself after you finish eating."

She looked at Qingsi's figure and shook her head, "I tell you, girls, don't think that being thin is beautiful. If you really starve yourself, you will suffer in the future. Why should you sacrifice yourself for the eyes of others?"

Madam Yue said a lot. Her caring thoughts finally made Yan Qingsi's emotions unable to hold back. Tears welled up in an instant, and she suddenly put down her fork and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I have something else to do. I'm leaving first."

She ran out of the Yue family without even taking her bag. Madam Yue didn't even react, and she was gone: "What's wrong?"

Yue Tingfeng realized something was wrong, "I'll go see."