"My mother was surprisingly optimistic. She said that when I got better, she would find me a wife and stay at home to cook whatever I wanted to eat."
"I forced myself to smile. A few days later, I took my mother home. The doctor allowed me to spend the last few beautiful moments with her. That was the final announcement."
"I suppressed the immense pain and lied to my mother, telling her that I was completely cured. My words made her feel much better. She always said it was God's blessing, that after all the hardship she had endured for most of her life, she could finally enjoy a peaceful and peaceful life."
"Listening to this, my heart ached like a knife."
"During the time I was with her, I saw my mother smile with unprecedented joy. She always loved going out, and she would hold my cookbook and reminisce about her childhood..."
"Eventually, my mother fell ill."
"She lay in bed, unable to smile anymore. Her face was pale. She reached out her hand tremblingly, held mine, and opened her mouth to say something."
"I couldn't hold back my pain any longer and burst into tears. I kept apologizing and told her that I had concealed my illness."
"The mother smiled and said only three words in a hoarse voice: 'Silly child.'"
"In the end, my mother passed away. I felt like I had lost my soul. At the funeral, watching her cremation and holding her urn, I felt like a walking corpse."
"The empty house makes me feel so cold. It should have been a warm scene. I'd gotten married, had children, and they'd all been around my mother, and she'd been smiling so happily..."
"The past is like smoke, and those scenes have dissipated like smoke. I opened the refrigerator and made myself a dinner, but when I opened the cupboard, I was stunned."
"A few egg tarts were placed on the plate, still warm, with a letter from my mother on it."
"She knew about her physical condition long ago, and she knew even more about my lies. I lied to make her happy in her final moments. She also played along, keeping me in the dark, as neither of us wanted to see each other cry in our final moments."
"During that time, my mother went out to buy ingredients and humbly asked people for instructions on how to make egg tarts. She looked at the recipe not to reminisce, but because she wanted to make one for me before she left."
"The letter was covered with traces of my mother's tears. She kept apologizing for not being able to fulfill her promise in the recipe. She could only finish the first food on the recipe in the last minute."
"She said her biggest regret in life was that she didn't get to see me grow some weight before she died. When I was a child, I was as thin as a stick because of poverty. As an adult, I was still as thin because of the abstinence. She said she was not a good mother and made her children suffer."
"She told me to live well and eat well, and she would stay with me forever..."
"I finished reading the letter. My tears had dried up and I couldn't cry even though I wanted to. I put the letter halfway down, picked up the egg tart, and ate the last dinner she left for me."
"It was dark, and in the cold living room, I ate all three egg tarts, licking the crumbs off the wrappers."
"I didn't cry again in the following days. The night before, I felt like a walking corpse, but the next day, I felt like I had found my direction in life."
"I took the recipe, circled the egg tart, and started from the first page. I did everything I could to gather the ingredients and made the food until I was satisfied. Then I started eating. I started laughing as I ate. I laughed very happily."
"My neighbors pointed fingers at me. Some said I was crazy, some said I had no conscience. I didn't care. I ate one thing and then looked for the next one."
"I try hard to gain weight. I might become ugly or get sick, but it doesn't matter because this is what my mother wants to see..."
The Eye of Analysis disappeared here.
Qin Nuo blinked and looked away.
He looked up again and saw the fat devouring ghost in front of him that was as fat as a mountain.
His face was covered with fat and acne due to greasy food, making him look sloppy and ugly, but he had no inferiority complex.
In his eyes, this is the most satisfactory figure.
He doesn't care what others think or think, he just wants to show it to another person.
He lived well and was getting fat.
He enjoyed all the delicious food and immersed himself in his childhood dreams.
At that time, he always imagined a magical fairy tale scene in his mind, where all the food grew hands and feet, producing endless food, and the servants made the most satisfying and delicious dinner for him every day.
Gradually, some of his earliest memories disappeared.
Forgot the first item on the recipe.
Forgot who did it.
I also forgot my mother...
They were separated and hidden in the mapped memories...
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