He Mianyun put her arms around her chest, and for the first time he was so strict with her eldest daughter: "I brought you from China to the country of charity, not letting you tell others how delicious Chinese food is here."

Chen Hexi didn't say anything. Behind her, it took her seven or eight hours to prepare the dinner.

Question: What should I do if my mother picks up the bowl and swears down the bowl and scolds the chef?

Answer: Endure.

Chen Hexi stood in front of his biological mother, lowered his head and was silent.

"I hope you can get higher education in the country of corruption that matches your talents, which is why I spent time and energy. But Xiao Xi, you disappointed me."

He Mianyun's expression was that kind of forbearing disappointment and helplessness. Chen Hexi had seen such an expression before.

When she was thirty-three years old, she looked at He Mianyun sitting in a wheelchair and looked at herself with the same expression: "Why did you become such a person? Why would you be a chef? I have worked hard abroad for decades so that my daughter would not become a damn chef with the surname Chen! A damn cook with oily hands!" But the next second, she cried and shouted Chen Hechao's name, with regret on her face.

Thirty-three-year-old Chen Hexi burst into tears.

Seventeen-year-old Chen Hexi had no expression on his face.

I used to be so much like my mother, and I regard getting rid of the position I once was as a lifelong task.

Now she saw her bias and selfishness.

The place I was determined to escape has supported myself for 17 years. The people I abandoned are the ones I love most in the world, and what I don’t want to contact with are actually the ones I can’t give up.

Chen Hexi could no longer agree with her mother's idea. She missed her hometown and was attached to her brother and grandfather. This did not conflict with her hard work to learn the law well and become a decent lawyer.

Her silence made He Mianyun understand it as silent resistance.

"Look at the people you met after coming to Fuguo. They will only think of you when you cook! They will not notice your behavior, your appearance, or even your identity as a college student. In their hearts, you are just a person from China who cooks well! They will even treat you as a chef directly.

Xiaoxi, you can’t use everything in the kitchen to cover up all the beautiful things on yourself. Think about it, should you sit at the dining table like a lady during meal time, or should you enjoy yourself in the kitchen with a smell of oil smoke?

I have been thinking about you, I want to accommodate you. But you have never considered me, and you have never considered whether I would like to have a daughter who likes to be a cook?

I tell you, I don't want to!

I asked you to come to Fuguo to enjoy higher education and integrate into the middle and upper classes of this society, not to let you live your life with the identity of a chef's granddaughter, chef's daughter, chef's sister, or even chef!"

The clock in the room ticked and the lively and warm atmosphere half an hour ago had already become a cold and silence that made people feel tight.

On the stairs, Mr. Hart slowly walked up the stairs step by step.

Behind him, the three little guys followed Mr. Hart like chicks in the same movement.

"Fred, what are we doing?" Katherine asked quietly, pulling her brother's clothes behind her.

Fred reluctantly pinched one side of Arthur's shirt, raised his index finger with the other hand and put it on his lips: "Shh, Daddy said Mommy might have arguing with Cici, Mommy has a bad temper recently."

"Oh..." Catherine nodded in a vague way, and raised her index finger to her mouth, "What should I do?"

Fred looked at Mr. Hart, who had successfully lying beside the door, and said to his sister: "Like dad."

“Oh~”

After being silent for a long time, Chen Hexi finally spoke:

"I am the granddaughter of a cook, the daughter of a cook, and the sister of a cook." Chen Hexi said softly, "Just like I am He Mianyun's daughter, they are all part of me. Mom, no one has forced me to forget you in the past ten years."

"No, it's not like this. You belong to my daughter. Do you understand, Xiaoxi? When I left, Chen Baoshi promised me that your surname is He. You are the daughter who belongs only to me. You have nothing to do with those cooks. I can give them all the money they spend taking care of you over the years, and I give them all."

"..." Among those cooks, there is a son you have abandoned for more than ten years.

Chen Hexi said silently in his heart that you will grow old for his death instantly, although you now classify him as "those cooks".

But no matter how she recalled the pain of her mother after losing her brother, she could not completely extinguish the rage that gradually arose in her heart.

He has been abandoned by you for more than ten years. His hands are rough, his face is dark, he has never been to school, and he has been destined to be a cook for the rest of his life since he was seven years old.

He was tempered into that kind of him, and I was polished into this kind of me.

The past ten years we have experienced have nothing to do with you.

Wait...What does it mean to take care of the money I spent? Haven't the money I spent since I was a child and I have always given me?

"Take it, your mother bought the money you left for you, don't mention it to your brother, do you know?" Chen Hexi, four-year-old, watched his grandfather walk away slowly with his new doll in his arms.

"Your mother bought the money you left for you." A beautiful pink schoolbag fell from the sky.

"Your mom bought the money you left for you." The most complete review materials when you were in high school.

...What exactly are those "the money your mom left for you"?

"Xiao Xi, forget the kitchen, mom finds you a new apartment without a kitchen, and there is the best restaurant next to it. Mom gives you an extra 200 pounds of living expenses every month, okay?" He Mianyun's expression tends to be gentle, but her tone clearly told Chen He Xi that she had made a decision.

Chen Hexi began to suspect that his mother, who was standing in front of him, had entered menopause and her logical ability began to deteriorate.

The point is never where, but whether or not.

If you want to do it, even if you give an empty room, then you can demolish the house and get the wood.

If you don't want to do it, even if you are in the most gorgeous kitchen in the world, then you will ignore it.

No one can control another person's heart. The boulders in the past were not good, and He Mianyun now was not good either.

Chen Hexi shook her head gently. She couldn't refuse back then because of her grandfather's life. Now He Mianyun cannot use such a threat to her.

Because in my grandfather's heart, the inheritance of the Shen family is the most important, followed by the brother, and again, he may have a little bit of himself.

But in my mother's heart, there are so much more important than her Chen Hexi. Because I care a lot, it is impossible to be determined.

"Mom, I can't move for this reason. For me, cooking is just to make me happier with what I can eat, and to have a little joy to share with others. For me now, the kitchen is like this, that's all."

More importantly, no one can force themselves to make a choice anymore.

The seventeen-year-old girl has a straight waist, her hands are as white and tender as her face, and her arms are curved like the best ivory, with the slenderness and youthfulness that she should have at this age. Her head is always raised with confidence, and her face will never be irritated.

Chen Hexi is not like her mother.

Nor is it like her father.

He Mianyun couldn't tell what kind of feelings she felt in her heart. Her children grew up slowly in places she didn't know, and seemed to have grown into a person she didn't expect.

She is indeed excellent, but her excellence is beyond her control.

"If you must fall into the same way as your brother, then I can only cut off financial assistance to you. Chen Hexi, I don't need a daughter who is proficient in cooking."

Chen Hexi knew that the exchange must end, otherwise she could not guarantee whether she would suppress the anger in her heart.

It will be three months since the corruption country came. He Mianyun mentioned her Shen He Chao directly for the first time, and she actually used this tone.

Falling, haha, fall.

"Xiao Xi, think carefully. Mom doesn't want you to live as difficult as an ordinary international student. Do you know that they may make themselves unhappy for a job of serving dishes."

On the one hand, I have no financial support since then, but I can only go to work, and on the other hand, I will receive up to 800 pounds of living expenses every month.

He Mianyun believes that her daughter can make the right choice, and she has always been smart and rational.

Chen Hexi smiled. She looked at her mother, but she seemed to have nothing.

"Sure enough, you can only use the money to threaten me."

Two things were placed in front of the old man, one was a blue-handled folding swallow knife and the other was a green bottle of pesticides.

"If the inheritance of the old Shen family is broken in my hands, I will use my life to apologize. The door is open, and you can see the car entering the city for twenty minutes. There is a hundred thousand yuan in the bag over there. You can take it away and go to Fuguo to find your mother. Don't look back. I'm here to explain myself."

The door is open, and you can see the light snow falling from early winter outside the door.

Inside the door, Chen Hexi looked at the knife and the bottle of pesticides.

She knew that now she had time to go out.

But she also knew that when she walked out the door, her grandfather would die here, and she would die here alone.

The girl did not cry, she stared at the boulders as if she was looking at her lifelong enemy.

Slowly forward, she picked up the exquisite and beautiful knife.

"I will become the best cook, but no one else will know the Shen family in Donghai. They will only know myself - I am Chen Hexi!"

The door is closed.

It's both early winter and the same choice.

Chen Hexi smiled and looked straight into his mother's eyes: "I kept carrying his photos. I thought you would ask me if he was okay, but you didn't."

That he is her brother.

This sentence is enough.

The author has something to say: I want to choose today's double update for Mao? The most difficult chapter in history! And there is no food to comfort myself! qaq

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