There were already prepared meals in the kitchen. Siling remembered that her mother was very good at cooking. Although her memories were full of good family men working in the kitchen, she always remembered that the fish her mother cooked was delicious.

At that time, she had just transferred from the hospital to a normal junior high school. Her classmates and teachers had not noticed that this transfer student was different, and her life was ordinary and stable. She rubbed her face to make her smile look more sincere, and waited until the 401 light came on.

Just left the small garden and went upstairs.

He took a deep breath, opened the door with the key, threw his schoolbag under the hanger, and said loudly: "Dad, Mom. I'm back."

"Go to the kitchen to help!" The man who usually came in and out of the kitchen limped out of the bedroom on crutches. His arms were hung on his chest, and his right leg was covered with a thick plaster, which looked like it was diagonally facing forward.

He raised his eyebrows awkwardly, moved his facial features in the direction of the kitchen, blinked his eyes crazily, and mouthed: "Hurry, help."

The fire in the kitchen was blazing, the sound of frying was being fried, and the range hood was roaring, outlining the fierce battle taking place inside the glass door. "Oh oh oh. I'm going to wash my hands!" Si Ling immediately received the hint from her father, and prepared for today.

If she doesn't eat dark cuisine at night, she must keep her position as chef!

"roll!"

"Okay!" Si Ling just opened the door and stayed in the kitchen for only a second before being kicked out. There was some variety show on the TV, and laughter could be heard from time to time. The father and daughter were sitting there

On the sofa, I listened carefully to the goings on in the kitchen. No one knew what was on TV just now.

The dinner that day seemed to have been waiting for a long time, until the summer night moon climbed up the treetops...

Same as today’s dish, braised seabass. It seems to be particularly delicious in my memory.

Maybe she only did it once? Maybe the person in the family who doesn't cook often always brings some surprises once he walks into the kitchen. Si Ling immediately reached out to the fish with her chopsticks. She frowned.

, lowered his head and took several mouthfuls of rice to suppress the nausea just now. The taste was very different from the memory, this fish seemed to be undercooked, fishy and astringent.

Memory always seems to like to beautify the past, and letting them stay in the past is the best choice. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed in the first place. If she can't go back, she can't go back. Why embarrass everyone here?

?

They silently took two more mouthfuls of rice, but Fang Muzhi ate very casually. He was a pleasant-looking person, and he seemed to be liked by his elders. They sat together eating and talking, as if Sling was the outsider.

"She was not lovable when she was in the womb. She got sick every three days. I thought she could not be kept without fate, but I didn't expect that she would become a mother and daughter after ten months of pregnancy." Si's mother tilted her head.

, seemed to be stuck in the memories of the past, "She...she was not a good child when she was a child. She often bullied others and used endless tricks. I was forced to transfer her to another school and skip a grade again and again. At that time, although I wanted to

But she is just a child, so it’s still hard to understand why she is so bad. It’s even harder to understand—” She sighed and interrupted what she was just saying, “I didn’t expect that after raising her for so many years, I would actually feel close to her.”

It’s too late.”

Fang Muzhi nodded seriously, "I'm quite likable now."

"Yes, she is different. You know that, right?"

"knew."
Chapter completed!