Sitting on the train, mo Qiuxi held her mother's arm and leaned her head against it. She was especially dependent and sticky.
Mother mo opened the thermal lunch box. Inside were porridge and cooked sweet potatoes.
"I was in a hurry when I came, so I brought the unfinished food I made tonight. It's a long journey, so fill your stomach. I'll make you something delicious when we get home."
Mo Qiuxi nodded while sobbing. Then, she started to eat.
She hadn't eaten anything all night. Her mother's cooking was still the best.
"It's New Year's Eve tomorrow. Your father froze the chicken, fish, and bones that I bought for you. I'll make you all the pancakes you like."
"Yes, you're as good as your mother."
When mother mo heard this, she felt very upset and almost burst into tears again."Hurry up and eat. We don't want to be unhappy anymore. Your father and I just want you to be well. Ah ..."
