Chapter 72 Mother

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When Jiang Siyu was ten years old, after her mother passed away due to organ failure, the first thing Jiang Dingbang said to her was:

"Ayu, you are free now."

free?

What is freedom?

Looking at her father, who showed no sadness or grief, Xiao Jiang Siyu knew that no one would be with her anymore.

She loved the feeling of her mother crouching down and opening her arms to hug her every time she came home.

She knew her mother didn't like her playing with other children because it would make her mother lonely at home, so Jiang Siyu stopped playing with other children.

She wanted her mother to be happy, and being with her mother made her happy too.

But her mother often held her in her arms and cried in the middle of the night, repeatedly saying "I'm sorry".

Xiao Jiang Siyu didn't know why her mother said "sorry," and she didn't think her mother had done anything wrong.

The problem lies with the father. If the father spends more time at home with the mother, then it's fine for him to go out and play.

But Xiao Jiang Siyu never said this to her mother, because her father wouldn't come back, and saying it would only make her mother more upset.

After her mother passed away, Jiang Siyu almost never sat on the swing in the yard again.

Several times she caught a cold, but no one called her back. Her mother was no longer around, and no one was watching her every time she sat on the swing.

After realizing this, Jiang Siyu gradually stopped playing.

But seeing that the osmanthus tree and swing in the yard were gone, Jiang Siyu still felt a little sad.

It feels like a knife slowly slicing through your flesh; it's not fatal, but it hurts terribly.

When Fu Lin came out of the bathroom, she saw Jiang Siyu's sad back view.

She walked up to her and saw her staring at the Jiang family's villa, and she knew where the sadness in Jiang Siyu came from.

"Mom should have finished cooking by now. Shall we go downstairs to eat?"

“Okay.” Jiang Siyu didn’t want Fu Lin to worry, so she looked away, composed herself, and went downstairs with Fu Lin.

Sure enough, Mr. and Mrs. Fu downstairs had already prepared the meal.

Fu Lin quickly pulled Jiang Siyu to sit down.

Aunt Fu used serving chopsticks to put an egg dumpling on Jiang Siyu's plate: "You should like this, right?"

This is what Fu Lin's mother made while she was taking a bath. The filling and egg crepe were freshly prepared and still steaming hot.

Jiang Siyu nodded: "My mom used to love making this for me."

"Yes, your mom sent me a plate of it before. Your mom is a good cook, her food is delicious." It's just that she puts in a lot of ginger.

When Fu's mother gave her this plate of egg dumplings back then, she was choked by the strong ginger flavor.

At the time, she even suspected that Jiang's mother was deliberately messing with her. Who would cook with such a strong ginger flavor?

Later, after receiving gifts from Jiang's mother twice more, I learned that Jiang Siyu loved the taste of ginger, which was why Jiang's mother put in so much of it.

Children rarely like to eat ginger, and Xiao Jiang Siyu's tastes are quite strange.

Thinking about the past, Fu Ma's nose tingled again.

Although she also felt that Jiang's mother's possessiveness towards Jiang Siyu was a bit excessive, Jiang's mother was genuinely good to Jiang Siyu.

According to the Jiang family's nanny, Jiang Siyu is a very picky eater.

But Jiang's mother never forced Jiang Siyu to eat what she didn't like. She always tried her best to make food that she liked and coaxed her to eat it.

Even if Jiang Siyu doesn't eat a single bite of what she's done after a long day, she won't be angry; she'll only feel that she hasn't done enough.

Before she turned ten, Jiang Siyu was raised by her mother to be a little chubby dumpling, with a cute baby face and chubby cheeks.

Every time Xiao Jiang Siyu passed by her door, Fu's mother wanted to grab the child and kiss her, but whenever she had this thought, she would meet Jiang's mother's wary gaze.

After Jiang's mother passed away, the flesh on Jiang Siyu's face disappeared, and the smile that always lingered in her eyes never returned.

The once cuddly and soft little bundle of joy has become cold and indifferent after losing its mother.

Who wouldn't be saddened by this?

"Ayu." Aunt Fu kept putting egg dumplings on Jiang Siyu's plate: "You like this. Come often, and Auntie will make it for you."

Although she couldn't completely replicate Jiang Ma's style, she could still manage to achieve a degree of similarity.

"Okay." Jiang Siyu felt Fu Ma's concern for her and naturally wouldn't let her down.

She ate several bites of egg dumplings, the ginger-flavored meat juice spreading between her lips and teeth, with finely chopped ginger inside, but Jiang Siyu did not spit it out.

This was the first time she had tasted egg dumplings that tasted like her mother's since her mother passed away.

After eating two, Jiang Siyu's phone, which was placed next to her, suddenly rang.

At the dining table, three pairs of eyes almost simultaneously fell on Jiang Siyu.

She calmly swallowed what was in her mouth, and before she could even pick up her phone, Fu Lin darted to her side:

"who?"

Jiang Siyu: "...Bo Siye."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Fu Lin looked disgusted. "Go ahead and answer it."

Compared to Fu Lin's amused expression, her parents' expressions were much more serious.

They knew about Jiang Siyu and Bo Siye's affair, but they were even more aware of Bo Siye's reputation in the industry.

Such an overbearing and domineering person talking to Jiang Siyu... the two of them were afraid that she would be bullied.

"I'll call him back later." Jiang Siyu was a guest at Fu Lin's house, and it would be impolite for her to make a phone call at the dinner table.

After saying that, Jiang Siyu hung up on Bo Siye's call.

At the same time, her phone vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up.

【？】

Jiang Siyu saw it, then turned her phone upside down as if she hadn't seen it.

Seeing her actions, Fu's mother asked with some concern, "Is it alright if you don't answer the phone?"

Since the Fu family's business collapsed, Fu's mother has become much more cautious in her dealings with others.

She was afraid that Jiang Siyu would offend Bo Siye, who was not someone anyone could easily offend.

"What could possibly be wrong?" Fu Lin laughed out loud at her mother's worried expression.

“Bo Siye even cooks for Ayu at home. He seems quite domestic. He shouldn’t be as ruthless as we think.”

"I see." Aunt Fu felt a little relieved, but hearing her phone still vibrating, she still said to Jiang Siyu:

"Return his message to him, so he won't worry."

Jiang Siyu nodded, picked up her phone, took a picture of the dishes on the table, and sent it over.

[I'm having dinner with Fu Lin's parents at their house. It would be impolite to answer the phone right now!]

"Oh!" Bo Siye laughed when he saw Jiang Siyu's concise words. His carefree Miss Jiang was really becoming more and more worldly-wise.

Seemingly recalling Jiang Siyu's serious expression when she sent the message, Bo Siye's eyes also softened.

Okay, eat more.

There was no reply after the message was sent, but Bo Siye didn't bother him any further and turned to go back to his office to continue the meeting.

He suddenly missed her and wanted to hear her voice.

Jiang Siyu put down her phone and continued eating.

Seeing Fu Ma's hesitant and worried expression, Jiang Siyu spoke up:

“Bo Siye is very well-behaved. I will bring him to visit you and Uncle when I have the chance.”