Mo Yinyin smiled, walked over, took the things in Mo Zhengjie's hand, noticed Mo Zhengjie's sad gaze, she was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I'm fine!"

Mo Yinyin's words did not make Mo Zhengjie feel much better. Thinking of the little princess who was not touching the spring water at home, she had learned to cook by herself when she got outside, Mo Zhengjie felt so sad that she couldn't say anything.

He looked at Mo Yinyin's skillful movements, and he couldn't help but pick up the things in her hand.

Mo Yinyin almost spit out Sister Sheng in a familiar movement, but fortunately she stopped in time. She turned to look at Mo Zhengjie who seemed a little angry, and asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?

Mo Zhengjie was silent, and he slowly spoke: "I've been lucky to have you for so many years!"

Mo Yinyin shook her head. She didn't feel that there was any hard work. She had chosen all of this. If she really couldn't bear it, she would have been back long ago!

Thinking of this, Mo Yinyin's eyes were a little misty. She thought that it might be the fog that boiled water that covered her eyes. She smiled, turned her back to her brother.

It used to be that I didn’t feel bitter or that I could endure it. How many times have she looked at the exhausted Sister Sheng and the disgusting faces. She wanted to tell Sister Sheng, Sister Sheng, we won’t fight anymore, let’s go back!

But Ye An's phone call made her unable to go back just like this, and she couldn't go back. Looking at Ye An who was overwhelmingly in the country, she couldn't pretend to be calm and careless.

I was not willing to stay at home from now on, supported by my father and brother.

She wanted to go out and explore, look at the outside world, and see how far she could go in this world as she tried.

She reached out and wiped her tears gently, turned around, and picked up the noodles in front of her brother.

Mo Zhengjie's hand suddenly grabbed Mo Yinyin. Mo Yinyin looked up and said in a low voice: "Brother, I'll do it!"

But Mo Yinyin's intention was wrong about Mo Zhengjie's meaning. He shook his head and said softly: "Yinyin, dad is very happy that you can come back. He has been waiting for you outside today!"

Mo Yinyin turned her head slightly, and she seemed to see her father just now pretending to be walking in the yard. Thinking of what Zhou Sheng said when she got off the car, she was silent for a moment and nodded.

Mo Zhengjie pushed open the door for Mo Yinyin in front. Mo Yinyin held the noodles and placed it on the dining table. The rice at the table had been cleaned up, but Mo's father did not sit down. His expression was a little stiff, as if he was angry.

Mo Yinyin smiled, moved a chair away, and said to Mo's father with a smile: "Sit down! Dad!"

"Yeah!" Mo's father quickly sat down, and looked at Mo Yinyin's leaving figure. A few tears fell from the corner of his eyes. How long has it been since he heard this emotional call?

While he was still moved, Mo Yinyin took the porcelain bowl in front of him, and Mo's father's eyes followed. Mo Yinyin's eyes were cold and there was no unnecessary expression, which made people feel like she was doing the work she had to do, but this action made Mo's father burst into tears.

"Thanks!"

Unlike Mo Yinyin, who had no word, when the porcelain bowl was placed in front of him, Mo's father reached out and held the porcelain bowl, looked up at the daughter who had become a estrangement from him, and said softly: "Thank you!"

Mo Yinyin turned around and took Mo Zhengjie's hand and gave her a little bit of care. When did the father and daughter actually use the word "thank you"?

She slightly lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "No need to thank you!"

She quickly picked up noodles for her brother, and she sat back and looked at Mo's father.

Mo's father was like waking up from a big dream, he reached out and picked up the chopsticks and said, "Eat!"

As she said that, she picked up a chopstick that Mo Yinyin once liked to eat very much. But she didn't know that Mo Yinyin hadn't eaten it for a long time, and had forgotten her love for it. In her memory, there was only Zhou Sheng's failed work. When she bite down the sweet and sour ribs, she saw bright red learning and the sudden tears.

Mo Yinyin picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs. She lowered her head and could still feel the attention of her brother and father. She closed her eyes and put the sweet and sour pork ribs into her mouth.

With the familiar smell, Mo Yinyin opened her eyes, but she was hard to see the familiar figure again.

"Is it tasty?"

Mo Yinyin smiled and looked at Mo Zhengjie, and answered honestly: "It's delicious!"

Mo Zhengjie laughed and changed to another dish for her, saying, "If you taste delicious, eat more!"

"You guys eat too! Don't just look at me!"

Mo Yinyin ate for a while, but looked up but saw the two of them staring at her, waiting for when she finished eating and continued to pick up food for herself.

She put down her chopsticks and welcomed the worried gazes of Mo's father and Mo Zhengjie. Mo's father asked nervously: "What's wrong? Isn't it to your appetite?" He turned his head and scolded Mo Zhengjie, "I told you that my aunt did it, you must not listen! Look..."

"Dad, it's very suitable for your appetite!"

Mo Yinyin quickly interrupted Mo's father and explained: "It's delicious, I'm just a little sleepy. You guys find food! I'll go to bed first!"

After saying that, she went upstairs without waiting for Mo's father to speak.

Mo Yinyin's heart was very complicated. She saw Mo Zhengjie leaving with a plate and vaguely guessing. But what she didn't expect was that it was really made by Mo Zhengjie. She never thought that the boss of a large company would wash his hands and cook.

She didn't know how long her brother had been practicing for this meal in private, but according to her level of cooking at that time, she could not do it for a month.

Mo Yinyin only felt that she could not bear such love. She had been abroad for so long, and had never thought about calling her family, nor did she think about doing anything for her family.

Even the one who prompted her to go on was not her relatives, but someone who had hurt herself.

She looked at the room that was always so clean no matter how long she went out. She sighed softly and lay on the bed.

After a while, she stood up again, walked to her desk, found the key she had hidden, then opened the locked drawer, and took out an album from it.

The album is a bit old and looks very old.

She opened the album and started reading page by page.

Most of the photos here are photos of Mo Yinyin when she was a child, and photos of her mother taking her to play with her.

What Mo Yinyin most deeply reflected was the photo of her mother holding her in her arms.

That was her first time going to school. She was originally very happy and expectant, but she didn't have a pig teammate at home.
Chapter completed!