Mo Yan woke up at 6:30, which is usually when she starts making her culinary disasters.

Mo Yan got up but didn't cook; she just drank a glass of warm water.

Try to clear your head.

Jiao Ziang also got up; he had already been memorizing words for a while.

"Let's go out to eat, and then go to the hospital. I don't know where we can find good xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)."

As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, Jiao Ziang immediately raised his hand. "Mom, I know where it is."

Mo Yan: "???"

Seriously? This isn't some poor little thing controlled by his own mother. What does he know?

"Ahem, I heard from a classmate that the xiaolongbao and shrimp dumplings at that shop are really delicious."

Jiao Ziang felt a little flustered; it seemed he had almost been exposed.

Mo Yan: "..." It seems that Jiao Ziang, this brat, is actually quite clever.

Actually, this is good; if you can't fight head-on, you have to outsmart them.

"Oh, okay, then let's go try it."

Mo Yan went to eat with Jiao Ziang, and then the mother and son went to the hospital.

Let's go check together. Mo Yan looked at the questions and found they were really all kinds of questions.

I filled it out according to the original owner's wishes, and now I'm waiting for the results.

Unsurprisingly, the original owner did indeed have some psychological issues.

In fact, mental illness is not limited to depression. Mo Yan's situation is also one of them. Because she was too repressed, she was unable to control her emotions.

On the contrary, Jiao Ziang, although he was always controlled by his mother, was optimistic and strong, so the outcome was not too serious.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

He also felt oppressed and suffocated at times.

He also wanted to escape, not understanding why his mother treated him this way.

Of course, he later made some adjustments himself.

Mo Yan prescribed the medicine, and Jiao Ziang provided some psychological counseling.

After coming out, Jiao Ziang looked anxiously at Mo Yan.

"Mom, what was the result?"

"Zi'ang, I'm sick."

Jiao Zi'ang: "!!!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Just take your medicine and cooperate with the doctor."

"Mom, it's okay. It's just like a cold, only the medicine is different, right?"

Jiao Ziang was afraid that his mother would not be able to accept it, so he quickly spoke up.

Seeing how sensible Jiao Ziang was, Mo Yan actually felt a little sorry for him.

"Why are you so sensible? Don't you know that the child who cries gets candy?"

Look at Jiao Ziyu, how much money does she take from me every month?

"And you, you're just a little idiot, you know that?"

Jiao Ziang felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and immediately took his mother's hand.

"Because I've already eaten some really sweet candy."

When I was little, you carried me to school on your back.

I'm sick, take me to buy medicine.

Make me some delicious congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Make delicious zongzi.

There's also cured pork and potato rice.

Crispy fried pork.

Fried meatballs.

Sweet and sour fish.

Braised pork ribs.

Stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork.

Mo Yan was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this; it seemed that his only memory was of food.

"So all you've been thinking about is food? Zi'ang, I used to be so demanding of you, down to the minute. Aren't you tired of that?"

Mo Yan felt tired just receiving the memories.

"It was quite tiring at first." Jiao Ziang didn't lie; it was rare for his mother to open up.

He led his mother to a place to sit down, and then sat down himself.

"Mom, to be honest, at first I also felt wronged. I wondered why my time had to be scheduled so tightly."

But when I heard you cry, I knew I was sad, but you were heartbroken.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone has said they envy their family.

The family of four lived happily together.

But only he knew that his mother was actually very tired.