My Heart Hurts More for My Daughter

"Mianmian, why are you here?" Madam Bai turned around and looked at her daughter affectionately. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first? I'll be done in 10 minutes at most. If you're hungry, you can…"

"Mom, I'm not hungry." Qiao Mianmian walked to Madam Bai and looked at the dishes on the table. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Let me help you."

"Go, go, go. Go out quickly." Madam Bai reached out and gently pushed her. "You can just go out and wait. Don't smell like oil and smoke."

"Mom, I have nothing to do anyway." Qiao Mianmian called a housemaid over and got her to get an apron. She put it on and started cutting the vegetables. "You've always been the one cooking for me. I'll make two dishes for you today. But my culinary skills aren't as good as yours. Mom, don't mind me."

Madam Bai didn't stop her anymore.