Yu Xiuying got up from the bed, couldn't help but retching twice, picked up the cup at the head of the bed and took a sip of water before she felt more comfortable. She got off the bed and walked out of the house wearing slippers.

Her body is really weak, about 1.65 meters tall, not short, and her weight is only barely 80 kilograms. Long-term anorexia leads to malnutrition. When she walks, her legs are weak, as if she can fall down at any time. She holds the wall with one hand and slowly walks towards the living room.

The kitchen is open. On the other side of the living room, there is a high-end range hood installed in the kitchen. There is no smell of oil smoke in the room. But when I saw someone busy in the kitchen, holding a wok and stir-frying, a feeling of overturning in Yu Xiuying's abdomen suddenly surged up...

"vomit……"

Yu Xiuying bent down while holding the wall. She vomited and was immediately heard by Zhu Dazhuo, who was hitting the knife in the kitchen. Zhu Dazhuo turned around and saw his mother, immediately put down the vegetables that were being picked in his hand, walked over quickly to help her up and said, "Mom, are you okay?"

Yu Xiuying blamed her and said to her son: "Don't you know I can't smell the smoke, why did you take someone home to cook? If you see a friend, go out to find a restaurant to eat."

Lu Xiaomei also came over to greet Yu Xiuying, "Auntie, you woke up, you misunderstood Dazhuo. He is not treating friends to dinner, but to cook for you..." As he said that, the little girl looked at Zhu Dazhuo.

Zhu Dazhuo immediately took over the conversation, "Oh yes, mom, the one who cooked the dishes is a big brother I just met. The noodles he made were delicious. I originally wanted him to give you a bowl of noodles, but I didn't expect that he would cook other dishes."

Yu Xiuying was not moved by her son's filial piety, but was even more blamed. Her face was very bad, and the disgusting feeling in her stomach became stronger and stronger. She said, "It's such a nonsense. Da Zhuo, you are nonsense, Xiaomei is also making fun with you. I can't stand the smell of oil smoke. You both know that you do this. Do you think I'm in the trouble of this family and let me die as soon as possible..."

In the past, Yu Xiuying was definitely not a person who spoke so harshly. Since she had anorexia, her physical condition was getting worse and worse. She could only lie at home to recuperate every day, and then hang some nutrient solution such as glucose. The torture of this day will never be understood. Every day is despair, and every moment is torture. If this continues, even the gentle person will become weird and violent.

"Mom, listen to my explanation. I am your son. How could I have that kind of idea? Xiaomei and I are kind-hearted. My friend's noodles are really delicious. I went there several times and repeatedly confirmed it before I invited Brother Kun to my house..."

Zhu Dazhuo explained that Lu Xiaomei felt a little aggrieved when she was silent. Although she knew that Zhu Dazhuo's mother had become extremely unstable due to anorexia, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

No matter what Zhu Dazhuo said, Yu Xiuying looked completely unreasonable. She knew the mother and son, and those who didn't know thought she was treating her enemies.

Yu Xiuying suddenly cried, crying loudly, and she was filled with grievances and sadness, as if she wanted to vent her hair in this way. Her pair of people grabbed her hair and kept shouting: "I'm dead, why did God let this disease to torture me? What did I do wrong in my previous life..."

Yu Xiuying looked sad and angry. There was nowhere where so much strength came from her thin body, and she actually pulled off a large strand of her hair. Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei were both frightened. They hurriedly hugged Yu Xiuying, but at this time Yu Xiuying was completely like crazy, and she opened her hands and kept tearing against Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei.

Dangbang...

A sudden sound was thrown to the marble dining table with hot ramen, and a crisp sound was made. Yu Xiuying, who was struggling and tearing hard, stopped. Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei also stopped, and the three of them looked at the dining table together...

Dangbang!

Another sound, a large bowl of sauce meat and big bones were thrown onto the dining table, and the same steam was steaming, and a scent of noodles and meat filled the air.

Lin Kun leaned on the dining table with both hands, looked at Yu Xiuying with a smile, and said, "Auntie, you can only have the strength to clean up the two of them after eating. My skills are pretty good. Come over and taste it. If it is not delicious, I will get out of here and clean your kitchen. Or if you feel unhappy, you can hit me twice."

Yu Xiuying tried to hold her breath and not smell the fragrance, but the noodles in the large blue and white porcelain bowl, the thick soup, and the chopped green onion and coriander on it looked so appetizing. Somehow, she suddenly felt that the rolling and nauseating feeling in her stomach became much lighter.

Seeing that his mother was quiet, Zhu Dazhuo quickly persuaded: "Mom, just go and try it. Just take a bite. No, just a noodles. If it is not delicious, I will admit it no matter how you beat me."

Lu Xiaomei also said from the side: "Yes, auntie, just go over and try it. If it is not delicious, I am willing to be beaten by you with Dazhuo, and there will be no complaints."

As he said that, Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei looked at each other, their eyes firmly, and this firmness stems from their firm belief in Lin Kun's craftsmanship.

Zhu Dazhuo slowly let go of his mother, and Yu Xiuying moved to the dining table step by step. Since she had anorexia, she hadn't sat at the dining table for a long time to eat. She looked at the bowl of fragrant noodles, the big bones and sauce next to her, and squid the corners of her mouth slightly. Although she was still feeling uncomfortable in her stomach, she felt a little appetite.

She was too hungry for too long. When she sat down, her skinny hands picked up chopsticks. She shivered so hard that the chopsticks were put into the bowl, and the noodles were picked up. She gently put them into her mouth. Before she could start chewing, she clenched her teeth, as if she was in a striking way with the extremely anorexia feeling in her body.

Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei became nervous. They looked at Yu Xiuying intently. Lu Xiaomei even clenched her clothes with her hands, holding her breathing...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yu Xiuying did not vomit like before. The corners of her mouth squirted gently, chewing two noodles below, and then she seemed to have tried a lot of effort to swallow the noodles. When she swallowed the noodles, Zhu Dazhuo's eyes were excited, and tears suddenly filled his eyes. Lu Xiaomei also had an excited face, only Lin Kun stood in front of Xiuying with a calm expression.

Yu Xiuying looked up at Lin Kun with a stiff expression. Lin Kun smiled and said, "Auntie, although the noodles taste good, the taste of the noodle soup is the key. You might as well try it with a sip."
Chapter completed!