Madam Bai finally understood.
She wouldn't force Qiao Mianmian to acknowledge her.
She was determined to acknowledge her as her mother.
To her, the heavens were already generous enough to let her find her daughter in her lifetime.
She would do her best to make it up to her.
In comparison, although Qiao Mianmian hadn't acknowledged her yet, her attitude towards her wasn't bad and she was willing to accept her kindness.
It was better than blaming her and refusing to forgive her.
With that thought, Madam Bai was enlightened.
Under Madam Bai's loving and gentle gaze, Qiao Mianmian drank the soup bit by bit.
"How is it? Does it taste good?" Madam Bai asked.
"Mm, it's good." Qiao Mianmian finished the bowl of soup.
"If you like it, I'll make it for you every day." Madam Bai's eyes were filled with joy.
