"Please, just one bowl." Huangfu Ye directly knelt on the ground, looking at her with a pleading face, resembling a puppy abandoned by someone.
Gu Qingxin frowned at him, saying, "I haven't made it in five years, I don't know if I can still do it well."
Huangfu Ye listened to her words, his heart also slightly trembled. Five years without doing it? Such a simple sentence, but it contains so much pain and hardship, only they knew.
"Qingxin..." Huangfu Ye felt distressed.
"I'll try to make it, don't complain if it doesn't taste good." Gu Qingxin looked at his expression, unwilling to refuse, and went to the kitchen.
Huangfu Ye stood up and walked to the outside of the kitchen to watch her.
"You haven't seen your mother these five years, have you?" Huangfu Ye asked softly.
Gu Qingxin's hand trembled, and all the flour spilled into the bowl.
