She cooked a bowl of noodles. The noodles didn't look good, but she thought they were delicious. They were cooked quickly. The original owner placed the noodles on the dining table. Everything was ready, she was just waiting for someone to come.

About 3 minutes later, the doorbell rang. The original owner went to open the door. The boy standing outside the door was very good-looking. He was wearing a white sweater, with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, thick lips, white and slender fingers, and an angular face. The boy had a very good figure, with a pair of straight and slender legs, and a head of black hair. He looked extremely clean and neat.

The boy walked into the house, looked around, and took the initiative to speak, "The noodles you cooked smell so good."

Although he said so, Lin Yeci actually didn’t smell anything… instead, there was a burnt smell.

"Really? Then come in." The original owner scratched her head and looked shy. This was the first time she was praised by the person she liked.

Lin Yeci politely changed his shoes, walked in and sat at the dining table. He picked up the chopsticks and couldn't help but twitch his lips. Looking at the quality of the noodles, is it really edible? I won't die if I eat it...

No matter what, I'll risk it all to let him know the truth...

He stuffed it into his mouth in big gulps and swallowed it down.

The original owner looked at Lin Yeci eating with gusto and was full of anticipation. She wondered what Lin Yeci's expression would be like after he ate her noodles, and whether he would find them unpalatable...

\"What's wrong? Does it taste bad...\" the original owner asked in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"How could that be? It's delicious." Soon the bowl of noodles was empty. The original owner was very satisfied with his cooking skills. He forgot about his unhappiness in the morning and looked at Lin Yeci with his chin propped up.

…..

She blinked her eyes and asked, "Why don't you drink the soup?"

…

Lin Yeci felt so bitter in his mouth that he couldn't speak. "I don't like soup. Sorry."

The original owner immediately waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay."

"I've never been here before, can I visit your house?"

The original owner nodded and said, "I'll eat first, you can go and visit by yourself."

Lin Yeci looked like he was unfamiliar with everything here and was wandering around aimlessly.

He came to Jiang's father's room, opened the drawer as Jiang Zhiyu described, and took out the death certificate that Jiang's father had casually thrown into the drawer.

The paper of the death certificate was very thick. When he held it, he felt an inexplicable fear. It was a certificate of guilt.

The date on the death certificate is April 11, 2007.

This is the death certificate of Jiang Zhiyu’s biological mother.

"What are you doing, Ye Ci?" The original owner came over quickly, and it was obvious that he did not eat the bowl of noodles.

Lin Yeci pretended to look at the death certificate in his hand and asked puzzledly, "Whose death certificate is this..."

The original owner wanted to tell Lin Yeci that the noodles she cooked were terrible and thank him for not being disgusted and eating the noodles completely. However, after seeing the death certificate, she instantly forgot these words.

This death certificate belongs to her mother. She had asked her father many times to show her the death certificate, but her father was always unwilling. Today, the certificate appeared in Lin Yeci's hands, and she hurried over.

….

"This... this belongs to my mother." She snatched it away and sneered. Jiang's father, the evil man, could finally be punished. She must hand it over to the police and let them arrest Jiang's father and put him in jail.