The sweet and sticky taro and the tender pork ribs quickly covered the table, some even dripping onto the floor.

It also silently tore Gu Wanrou's tender heart to shreds.

In that instant, Li Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, and she was so frightened that she couldn't help but twitch her little finger...

She only intended to leave and didn't mean to spill the soup, but...

Gu Wanrou felt a sharp pain in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She quickly chuckled and gently rubbed Li Jiujiu's head, afraid that Li Jiujiu had been frightened. "It's okay, it's okay. If Jiujiu doesn't like it, then I won't make this for Jiujiu next time. I'll make something else that Jiujiu likes~"

"Jiu Jiu, be good. I'll tidy up here first. Jiu Jiu, go to your room and rest for a bit. I'll get you some dessert later."

Her sweet voice was incredibly gentle, yet it made Li Jiujiu's heart tremble even more violently...

Did she just do something wrong?

She thought she could hear the tremor in her mother's voice. Did her mother deliberately spill it because she thought she didn't like it?

Jiu Jiu suddenly felt very scared. What if Mommy never comes to Mu Rou Manor again because of this...?

For some reason, the thought of Gu Wanrou being sad made Li Jiujiu feel like her heart was about to break.

Her trembling fingers became increasingly uncontrollable, and a tear involuntarily fell, burning her cheek.

As if afraid of being discovered, she quickly turned around and ran towards her room, slamming the door shut!

"Jiu Jiu?" Gu Wanrou wanted to chase after Li Jiu Jiu.

But seeing Li Jiujiu's small figure running away, he could only choose to stay where he was.

She took a deep breath of fresh air, and her suffocating heart finally felt a little better.

She quickly patted her cheeks to cheer herself on, "Gu Wanrou, you must do your best!"

She is Jiu Jiu's biological mother, how could Jiu Jiu not be close to her?

So there must be a way!

In the room, Li Jiujiu suddenly buried herself in the quilt and cried loudly, heartbroken.

The little one cried so hard his body was convulsing, as if he wanted to release all his grief and tears.

She clearly loves her mother very much, but why didn't her mother want her and her father back then?

Because she doesn't want her daddy, and her daddy has suffered so much over the years...

The room was very soundproof; only in such a small room could she be her true self.

In the days without her mother, she had long been accustomed to being strong on her own, and even more accustomed to pretending to be strong and cold in front of others.

Only in that way can I avoid being bullied and prevent my dad from worrying...

But if Mommy had been with Daddy back then, would their family of three have had a very different life?

She so desperately wanted to have a mother's love, just like in a normal family...

Li Jiujiu was crying so hard that her little body was trembling when, just then, the door to the room was carefully pushed open from the outside.

She seemed startled and quickly got out of bed. Turning around, she saw the cook smiling kindly and gently as she walked over with half a bowl of sweet taro and pork rib soup.

Li Jiujiu immediately stopped crying, but because she had cried so hard, her little body was still trembling as she spoke:

"The cook..."

Because she lacked her mother's love from a young age, and because Lin Wan'er insisted that she was her mother, Jiu Jiu has developed an extreme aversion to women who dress up extravagantly over the years, fearing that they might be trying to seduce her father.

But the cook is different. The cook is a bit older, kind-hearted, and friendly. She will also care for and love her.

Besides her dad, Jiu Jiu's favorite person is the cook.

"Young lady, drink it while it's hot." The cook chuckled kindly, placing half a bowl of sweet taro and pork rib soup on the small table in front of Li Jiujiu. "Although the soup was accidentally spilled, there's still a little bit left in it."

"When Miss Wanrou was clearing the table, she was going to throw it away, but I knew that the young lady would like it, so she secretly hid it and brought it up to the young lady."

The once steaming hot taro and pork rib soup had long since lost its heat, but Li Jiujiu still watched it with longing eyes.

She quickly and nimbly rolled off the bed, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it to her mouth.

The tender, sweet taste melted instantly in her mouth, cool and refreshing, yet like an invisible warm current, spreading along Li Jiujiu's limbs to her whole body and even flowing into her heart.