Chapter 264 Damn my dad, our whole family will starve to death】

"My wounds...are healing well?"

There was a hint of caution in Hong Xin's tone, as if she couldn't believe it, but also had some expectations.

"Yeah."

In Ye Qingyue's sight, there were eight or nine thinly scabbed scars on Hong Xin's hands.

It was obvious at a glance that these would not leave any scars, and as time passed, they would soon fade to the point of being invisible.

"Impossible."

Hong Xin's eyes moved to her hands, then quickly moved away. She said, "This looks scary, and it will definitely leave ugly scars."

"Did anyone tell you anything?"

Ye Qingyue raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively, "Did he say that you would have ugly scars on your hands?"

Hong Xin's eyes wandered, and she did not answer the question.

Ye Qingyue had the answer in her mind, she said: "No matter who told you, I don't think he is as professional as me. I said, after your hand heals, if you apply medicine well, there will be no scar, then there will be no scar. As for what outsiders say--"

"Just ignore it."

Ye Qingyue said in a faint voice, "What's worth listening to the words of outsiders? Forget about his nonsense, Aunt Hong, don't be foolish to believe it."

Hong Xin was stunned when she heard it. After a moment of silence, she said "um" softly, and then asked carefully: "Will it really not leave scars?"

"No."

Ye Qingyue said: "But you have to be careful not to pick the scabs, otherwise the wound will become deeper and deeper and it will easily leave scars. Let it fall off naturally. When I go back, I will prepare ointment for you. Just apply it before going to bed every day."

"Okay."

Hong Xin nodded, and then asked Ye Qingyue several times whether there would be scars. Ye Qingyue answered her patiently, and then looked at the wounds she had caused in the past few days, and bandaged them.

Perhaps realizing that she had asked too many questions, Hong Xin felt a little embarrassed and talked about other topics.

At this time, Hong Xin no longer had the coldness when she opened the door, and returned to her usual gentle appearance.

The two chatted for a few words, and there was a knock on the door.

Luo Youfu said, "Qingyue, are you busy here? Your mother has prepared the meal, eat some first."

Ye Qingyue hadn't answered yet, but she felt that when Luo Youfu mentioned her mother, Hong Xin's hands unconsciously clenched into fists and her body tensed.

She glanced at Hong Xin, then raised her voice and said, "It's just done. I'll be there right away."

Ye Qingyue smiled at Hong Xin and said, "Aunt Hong, you probably haven't eaten yet, have you? The body needs nutrition to recover from the wound, so you have to eat well. Let's eat together."

"......Yeah."

Hong Xin returned to her cold look when she opened the door before.

Ye Qingyue said nothing and took Hong Xin to the kitchen.

Seeing that Hong Xin was willing to go out, Luo Youfu felt relieved and said to Hong Xin, "I guess you are hungry too, so I asked Xiang Hong to help make something you like. I've tried it, and her cooking skills are better than your father's. You will definitely like it."

"Then my father's cooking is still delicious." Hong Xin immediately interjected, as if she was unwilling to admit that Ye Xianghong's cooking skills were good.

Luo Youfu was stunned. He didn't expect the lady to say that, and in front of other people's children.

Isn't this annoying?

Her daughter Xinxin would never talk like this before. Luo Youfu knows his daughter well. Because she has been hurt by words, she never hurts others with words when communicating with others.

Luo Youfu was about to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, lest Ye Qingyue be unhappy.

Ye Qingyue spoke first and smiled and said, "The food cooked by my own parents will always be better than that cooked by outsiders."

This not only helped Hong Xin out of the predicament, but also supported Ye Xianghong.

Luo Youfu was relieved to see that Ye Qingyue didn't bother with the daughter, and thought that after the people left, she had to have a good talk with the daughter. How did she talk to Ye Qingyue? She has helped her family a lot!

The three of them were silent and soon reached the kitchen.

Ye Xianghong had already arranged the dishes and was about to add more rice, but Luo Youfu hurriedly said no and told Hong Xin to go and add more rice.

It was already very rude to ask the guests to help cook. If Ye Xianghong had to set the dishes, how could Luo Youfu have the nerve to invite them to his home again next time?

Hong Xin glanced at Ye Xianghong who smiled gently at her, and went to get the dishes with mixed feelings.

Seeing that Hong Xin ignored her, Ye Xianghong thought that the other party was a patient, so she didn't care about being polite, but sat down next to Ye Qingyue and asked with her eyes how things were going.

Ye Qingyue shook her head gently at her, indicating that the situation was not very good.

At this time, Hong Xin and Luo Youfu came over with bowls, and the mother and daughter stopped exchanging glances.

"Xinxin, try this spicy fried beef offal."

Luo Youfu picked up some food for Hong Xin, which was Hong Xin's favorite.

Hong Xin hesitated for a moment, then carefully lifted the hem of the gauze scarf. No one could see her face from this angle, and then she put the dish into her mouth.

Before eating, Hong Xin wanted to say a few words to irritate Ye Xianghong after eating. After all, the spicy fried beef offal made by her father was delicious. Even state-owned restaurants couldn't compare to it, let alone Ye Xianghong?

But after just two bites, Hong Xin became obedient.

If she said it wasn't delicious, she would be looking for trouble.

Ye Xianghong's cooking skills were indeed very good.

Her mother said that this dish was better than her father's, and she was not being polite at all.

Hong Xin ate the dish in silence, feeling a little depressed.

Luo Youfu was puzzled. Why did Xinxin look unhappy?

Did she think that Ye Xianghong's fried beef offal was not to her taste?

But the chopsticks didn't stop.

Since Hong Xin's condition worsened, Luo Youfu couldn't understand what his daughter was thinking. It was always like this. Apart from being fanciful and anxious, there was nothing he could do.

In the end, he could only silently serve food to his daughter, asking her to eat more and not to ruin her body.

After eating for a while, Hong Xin suddenly realized that she was almost done with the dish. She became more and more anxious. She simply put down her chopsticks, pretended to be full, and brought up the topic, "Xiang Hong, it's not easy for you to take care of the child alone now, right?"

Ye Qingyue heard this and thought to herself, is she finally unable to hold it back?

"Me? Not bad."

Seeing that Hong Xin was finally willing to talk to her, Ye Xianghong smiled and said, "The children are sensible and I don't have to worry about them. It's not that difficult. It's the children who always worry about me."

"Then you are really lucky."

Hearing this, Hong Xin looked at Ye Xianghong with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "When my husband was alive, I had my husband to take care of me. Now that my husband is gone, the children are grown up and can take over."

She said these words with a smile, making it hard to tell whether it was true envy or malice.

Luo Youfu frowned. Others couldn't tell, but how could she, as a mother, not know?

Her daughter was not right. She seemed to dislike Ye Xianghong and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Ye Xianghong also felt that what Hong Xin said was a bit strange, but she couldn't put it into words. Just as she was thinking about how to respond, Ye Qingyue next to her spoke.

"Aunt Hong, you are wrong."

Ye Qingyue said with a smile: "My mother doesn't rely on my father for support."

After a pause, she said innocently: "If we only rely on my father, our whole family will starve to death."