No matter how small the clothes she buys, she always looks fat in them and has to have them altered.
Lin Shurong lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't bother with that. I know my body well. No matter what I eat, it won't help."
Jiang Zhuoyu sat in the main seat, with her white permed hair and wearing gold-rimmed reading glasses.
With two hands, one holding the ribs and the other holding the chicken leg, he ate with relish.
Hearing Lin Shurong's words, she spat out the pork rib bone from her mouth with a "puff" sound.
He raised his head and blinked his bright eyes, "Chi, damn it! You just can't let it go. It's been so many years, it's time for you to let go..."
"Even if another ten years pass, I still can't let go!" Lin Shurong interrupted Jiang Zhuoyu, her emotions becoming very excited. "If it weren't for those messed up things back then, would Xiao Chi have suffered so much?"
Because of the huge emotional fluctuations, Lin Shurong felt dizzy and only managed to avoid fainting by holding onto the corner of the table.
Lin Xinya quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Mom, you have to take care of yourself."
Jiang Zhuoyu silently lowered his head and continued to chew the ribs, not daring to say another word.
She was afraid that Lin Shurong would die from anger if something unexpected happened.
Jiang Zhuoyu is seventy years old but her teeth are still in good condition, which does not affect her speed in chewing meat at all.
As soon as I started eating, I forgot everything else in my mind.
At this time, Shang Jingchi's cell phone rang.
He took a look, stood up, walked to the side and answered the phone.
Hearing what Xiao Zhao said on the phone, he frowned and said, "What do you mean you can't find anyone? Isn't Ranran celebrating your birthday?"
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