Seeing Lin Ya, Huo Mian's mood turned dark. Without looking up, she answered impatiently, "It's okay."
"Miss Mian, Master made the wonton noodles in person," Messiah put in, wanting to soften the tension between mother and daughter.
Hearing her words, Huo Mian put down the chopsticks and picked up a slice of bread.
Obviously, she didn't want to eat the noodles now that she knew Lin Ya cooked it.
"Messiah, leave us."
"Yes, Master."
Lin Ya walked over gracefully and sat across from Huo Mian; picking up an orange, she began to peel it patiently.
"Oranges contain lots of vitamins; you must eat more of them. When I was pregnant with you, I loved to eat oranges. Your father bought lots of them for me. At that time, we were hiding in Dong Tao Town and your father bought all the oranges in the town… I even joked with him that we should call you Little Orange when you were born."
