My son is so sensible, so sensible that it makes me feel distressed.
"You eat your own. I've prepared my mother's portion." Just as the mother and son were pushing each other over a bowl of noodles, Qin Miaomiao arrived.
She was holding more than half a bowl of noodles in her hand.
He stuffed the bowl into Tian Daxiao's hand and said, "Mom, eat it. I've eaten a lot of good food at Yuan's house these days, so I'm not very hungry. This is for you."
Having said that, Qin Miaomiao looked at Pei Qingyuan again.
"Your body is too weak. You should eat more good food. Otherwise, when you get better and stand up, don't fall down again due to malnutrition."
After saying this, Pei Qingyuan's mouth moved.
"Yes, yes, Miaomiao is right. Qingyuan, you should eat more. You must eat more."
"That's right, you should eat more. I'm here with your mother." Qin Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and then pulled Tian Daxiao out of the house.
Pei Qingyuan looked at the noodles in front of him and finally picked up the chopsticks.
Qin Miaomiao was right, he must be fine and he would definitely stand up again.
When I stand up on my own, I can make a lot of money and buy my mother a lot of delicious food.
As Pei Qingyuan was eating, his nose felt sore.
He blinked rapidly, but still couldn't let the tears fall.
Outside the house.
Qin Miaomiao withdrew her head from the window that was secretly peeking at Pei Qingyuan eating noodles, then happily came to Tian Daxiao and began to take credit.
"Mom, mom, do you think I'm amazing? I just said a few words and he started eating noodles obediently."
Tian Daxiao nodded excitedly and reached out to hold Qin Miaomiao's hand.
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