"Yun Shen, Yao Yao said so, are you going to eat it or not?"
"How could I dare not eat?" The young man smiled and took a bowl of wontons from the side. "I wouldn't dare offend Yaoyao."
"Hahaha, you two, that's enough!" Father Nan laughed heartily. "But Yao Yao is right, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk are what we Chinese should eat. Those foreign things don't keep us full and are junk food. Eat less of that stuff!"
He was a rigid person who always disliked those things that fawned over foreigners. In the past, Nan Yao would always eat Western food in a strange and inappropriate way in order to appear elegant. He scolded her angrily several times, but it was no use. He became more and more dissatisfied with Nan Yao.
But now, seeing her daughter become increasingly well-behaved after losing her memory.
Those bad habits disappeared without any medicine, and she became more and more in line with his ideal of a good daughter, which naturally made him feel very happy.
"How about we hire a Cantonese chef? We can have him make some dim sum for breakfast. Your mother and I went to Guangdong last time we had a meeting, and she really liked the dim sum there. It's so much better than those fancy Western pastries!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Nan Weixia came down the stairs, smiling broadly.
"Mom and Dad, older brother and sister, good morning everyone, what are you talking about?"
The smiles on Nan's parents' faces faded slightly as she approached. Nan's father nodded coldly: "Let's eat."
A flash of awkward resentment crossed Nan Weixia's eyes. She obediently nodded and sat down in the chair.
As she approached, the maid hurriedly lifted the lid of the plate in front of her seat, revealing toast, cheese, and mashed potatoes inside.
"Second Miss, the breakfast you requested has been specially prepared for you."
Nan's father and mother: "..."
Nan Weixia: "..."
I'm starting to lose my smile.
Nan's father's expression became very subtle, with a hint of annoyance at being humiliated in front of others. He glanced coldly at Nan Weixia, his voice dropping even lower: "Don't you even know what time it is? You're only just getting up?"
Nan's mother also frowned and shook her head, wanting to say something but ultimately holding back. However, her dissatisfied shaking her head had already revealed her thoughts.
Nan Weixia's face turned slightly pale. She bit her lip hard and looked at Nan Yunshen with a wronged expression, hoping that he would put in a good word for her.
Upon closer inspection, she almost couldn't contain the throbbing veins at the corners of her eyes.
In front of Nan Yun Shen was a bowl of wontons, and he was scooping one up and eating it slowly!
ravioli!
My brother never eats this for breakfast!
"……elder brother!"
She screamed in shock.
But Nan Yun Shen ignored her and instead turned to Tong Su and whispered, "Forget about the coffee, at least bring me some wontons, okay?"
What if my cooking doesn't taste good?
"How could anything Yao Yao makes not taste good?"
"Brother, have you gone off-screen? Why have you become so glib..."
He chuckled softly: "Because I only use my smooth talk on you."
Nan Weixia sat at the dining table in a daze, completely unaware of what she was doing.
Why has everything changed? Her parents favor Nan Yao, and her brother only spends time with her. All of this should be hers—
Nan Weixia didn't know how she could continue staying at home. She was increasingly unwilling to see Nan Yao's face, and she couldn't stand the happy atmosphere of the family of four at home.
Fortunately, her father eventually lifted her confinement, and she immediately took her bank card, left home, and went to live with her girlfriends.
For students, winter break flies by; it feels like only a few days have passed before the eve of the start of the new semester.
She and Nan Yao should both go to school.
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