Lian Yuhong saw the look of grievance on her daughter's face and suddenly couldn't bear it, hastily saying, "Alright, alright. Don't put on such a face; I didn't mean anything else. The kitchen smells too much of grease. Go out, and tonight, Mom will roll out noodles for you to eat."
Gu Qiaoqiao smiled.
Regardless, it was good to have family around.
After Gu Qiaoqiao left the kitchen, Lian Yuhong watched her daughter's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.
This child's thoughts were truly hard to guess, overly complicated.
Clearly a teenager, at times she seemed only a little younger than her.
Even more mature, at times.
So there were some things she just couldn't say.
Knowing that even if said, they would be feeble and lack impact.
So it might as well go unsaid.
But she felt very distressed for Qiaoqiao, who had lost a lot of weight recently.
The little bit of flesh she finally managed to put on before was gone again.
Alas...
