Hasn't someone said that the best way to heal from a broken heart is to start a new relationship?

Wen Yu clearly used it.

She loved someone who was dispensable, but the original owner of this body hated her for a lifetime, and also cared for her for a lifetime.

"elder brother?"

Ningxi shook her hand. "My hand hurts so much."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay, I'm a forgiving person."

Ning Xi pushed up glasses that weren't actually on her nose. "According to psychological blood analysis, your emotions are fluctuating quite a bit right now, and you definitely have some hatred in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't be gripping my hand so tightly."

"Who are you now?"

"Richard Mander, the most famous psychologist in the world."

Who is this?

How come he's never heard of it?

This is another character created out of thin air.

Ning Hong shook her head. "Let's go home and have some hamburgers."

"Are you changing the subject? Brother, are you nervous? Were you looking at that woman just now?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not true."

“I don’t like that woman.” Ning Xi pushed up his glasses, which he had made up out of thin air. “Based on my analysis, this woman is not a good match. Look at her lifeless eyes and the mole on her nose. This kind of person definitely doesn’t have a clear understanding of herself. Whoever marries her will be unlucky.”

"Aren't you a psychologist? How did you become a fortune teller?"

"I am also the most skilled fortune teller in the world." Ning Xi proudly raised her head.

"Alright, fortune teller, let's go back."

"Brother, you really can't be with that woman." Ning Xi suddenly became very serious.

"I know, brother has no interest in her whatsoever. Didn't you see she already has a boyfriend?"

"Hmph, she and that man won't have a good ending, their family backgrounds are too different," Ning Xi muttered.

Hmm, that's pretty accurate.

But after going through some ups and downs, will they get back together?

Ning Hong had just returned home when she saw her mother wielding a spatula, staring at them with a cold gaze.

"mom?"

"Isn't your leg injured?"

With such thick bandages wrapped around her, how could she possibly go for a walk or go shopping?

"My sister wants to eat a hamburger, so I'll take her to buy one."

"Hamburgers have no nutritional value. I don't care about you when I'm not home, but when Mom is home, can't you give her some face and eat Mom's cooking?"

Ning Hong said indifferently, "Mom, although I am very touched by your care for us, could you please let Dad cook?"

"Are you saying you don't like your mother's cooking?"

Ning's mother looked displeased. "Even if my cooking is terrible, it's filled with my love, so you should eat it."

"Mom? It would be fine if it tasted bad. But the problem is that we can't eat it. Dad had diarrhea all day after eating your cooking yesterday."

"No way! It's clearly your dad who has an upset stomach."

All she did was wash the vegetables with dish soap.

"Luckily, I was rushing to finish my manuscript yesterday and didn't have time to eat." Well, the most important thing is that his father forced himself to come out and threw away all the food.

As for Ningxi.

That girl is very clever. When her mother brought out all the food, she just smelled it and refused to eat it.

She said she wanted to practice Zen meditation.

If you're already eating meat, why bother with Zen meditation?

But she made up her mind, and her mother didn't dare to force her.

Today, his father had an upset stomach. When he saw his mother holding a spatula, Ning Hong quickly took his sister and ran away.

"We usually cook, but we just suddenly felt like having a hamburger."

"Yes, I want to eat a hamburger."

Ningxi pushed it up her nose again.

What are you doing—

"I am Anna Michelle."

Who is this?

Ning's mother looked at Ning Hongze with a puzzled expression. She seemed to have never heard of this person's name before.

Ning Hong shrugged. "I'm not too sure either."

This wasn't the name I was looking for just now?

Judging from her movements, it should still be the same person from before, right?

It was just a name Ningxi made up on the spot; he probably forgot about it himself.

"I am the greatest psychologist in the world."

"·····"

"You're holding a spatula, but your eyelids are twitching and your heart is pounding, which means you don't know how to cook at all."

"Hehe, so?"

"So, you're going to stop harming others?"

"You'll be a menace my foot!"

Ning's mother reached out and tapped Ning Xi on the forehead.

"See? He's enraged and ready to take action. My dearest assistant, get him!"

"What do you mean 'go up'? I'm your mother. No matter how capable you are, I'm still your mother. I've made soup for you, I'll go and bring it to you."

"Boss, it's not that I don't want to go, but the opponent is too powerful, and I'm powerless to help," Ning Hong sighed. He just wanted to know if the soup was still drinkable.

"Will anyone die?" Ning Xi touched her nose again.

"Probably not, at most it'll just be—diarrhea!"

Before they could even prepare themselves, they heard his mother roar.

"How could you pour out my soup?"

"It'll kill you! You can't stew this with this stuff, it'll cause poisoning."

Mr. Ning was also heartbroken. His wife had a passion for cooking, but, to be honest, she not only lacked the talent for it, but was also a kitchen disaster.

A true kitchen killer; her cooking could kill someone.

"Did I... did I take the wrong thing again?"

Ning's mother was also very frustrated. She clearly followed the recipe, but the dishes she made were always horrifying.

"Mom, I completely understand your intentions, and we have received them, but we really can't eat this stuff."

Ning Hong then put his arm around his mother's thin shoulders.

Ning's mother really has absolutely no talent for cooking, not even a little bit.

"According to psychological analysis, you are lying now, you are just trying to comfort your mother."

"Ningxi, whose side are you on?"

"I am who I am, of course I'm on my own side." Ning Xi chuckled and sat down on the sofa to watch TV.

His actions today were quite proper; at least they didn't seem out of place.

This is much better than the previous Bai Yutang or the monk.

Ning's father threw away all the food Ning's mother had prepared. He wasn't feeling well either; the smell of cooking oil made his stomach churn. So Ning Hong took over cooking, taking the spatula from Ning's mother.

"I'll give the spatula back to Dad once he gets better."

Ning's parents couldn't believe that their son was such a good cook. But looking at his smooth and skillful knife work, they didn't feel proud at all; instead, they felt a pang of heartache.

"Sure enough, just like me, I'm also a good cook." Father Ning wiped away the tears in his eyes.

"Hong has had a tough time these past two years—"