802 The wronged boy in “Long Days”

The sound of his stomach growling was particularly clear in the silent room. Miaomiao and Qi Xiangchen stared at each other for a few seconds. The scene was very awkward.

Miaomiao was the first to react and said with relief: “It turns out you haven’t eaten enough either!”

She said it so naturally, which relieved Qi Xiangchen’s embarrassment a lot, but he still blushed and said in a sullen voice: “Sorry, we won’t eat there next time!”

In fact, this was not the first time Qi Xiangchen went to that restaurant to eat, but after eating before, he would go to other places with his friends to continue playing. No matter when he was hungry, he would have food and drinks ready at hand, so naturally he would not feel the feeling of being so hungry that his stomach growls.

But today was the first date between him and Miaomiao. He invited her to a meal and finally let her go home hungry. This was like nailing Young Master Qi to a pillar of shame and even slapped him in the face!

Qi Xiangchen was quite angry, but he was also cowardly. He was afraid of seeing Miaomiao’s disgusted eyes, so he hurriedly looked away and stopped looking at her. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, “Don’t worry, wait a moment!”

“What are you going to do?”

“The chefs are all off work at this time, I’m going to make something to eat!”

Oh, this young master can also cook?

Miaomiao followed curiously and saw Qi Xiangchen wearing an apron, boiling water in a pot, cutting fine green onions, and when the water boiled, he added a handful of noodles.

His movements looked very skillful, and it was definitely not because he was thinking about rushing ducks to the shelves. Miao Miao was quite surprised, “So you really know how to cook!”

Qi Xiangchen cracked an egg with one hand and said without raising his head: “I know a little bit.”

The mist of water blurred Qi Xiangchen’s expression. In fact, he not only knew how to cook, but he also did a pretty good job, but no one was ever willing to eat his cooking.

When Qi Xiangchen was a child, he always believed that his mother favored him because he was not good enough. He was not as good as his eldest brother Lu Siqi in everything, so his mother didn’t like him.

The child’s mind was very simple. He worked hard to learn everything he could, and finally secretly cooked several dishes for his mother on her birthday. Unfortunately, her mother was not happy at all.

She pointed at his nose and said, “What’s not good about learning? You have to learn something that can’t be put on the stage. I think you’re only good at this. Can’t you learn something useful like your brother? I feel embarrassed just looking at you!”

After her mother said this, she stepped on her high heels and went to her birthday party. She didn’t care what would happen to the child she left behind. There was still a big table of food anyway, how could he starve himself to death?

The woman left without looking back, not knowing or caring how much grievance she would leave on the cautious child.

The half-grown boy was crying while eating. He couldn’t understand why his mother refused to eat the food he cooked. It was obviously delicious!

He couldn’t let go no matter how much he thought about it, and stubbornly refused to sleep. He wanted to wait for his mother to come back to find out what happened. As a result, he waited until the early morning, and what was waiting was a drunk woman.

The young man suddenly felt that the person in front of him was strange. Is she really his mother?

Why were there never good memories between them?

Why does she always dislike herself?

Why is she so drunk and still holding on to other people’s gifts?

Is it just because of the sentence written on the card: “Happy birthday to mom”?

After the emotions accumulated to a certain level, they suddenly shattered and collapsed. The young man smiled and smashed the food on the table to the ground one by one, while his mother was unconscious in her sleep.

No big deal, the boy thought.

Since there is no way to compare, what else can be compared?It doesn’t matter what other people are like, as long as he is happy, he doesn’t need others!

“What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?” The memory was interrupted. When Qi Xiangchen turned around, he saw Miaomiao looking at him worriedly.