Looking at Yan'er's happy back, I shook my head and smiled Pipipi, and slowly walked to the dining room...

The dinner table is already full of food, and my father and brother will not come back for dinner until the evening because of work, that is...

"Got a guest today?" I looked at Yan'er suspiciously, I was very puzzled by this table full of food, if it was just the three of us, this... What a waste too!

"No? How could my sister think that" Yan'er looked at the food on the table and swallowed her saliva, "Auntie's craftsmanship is really getting more and more exquisite"

"But this...," I looked towards the kitchen, where my mother was serving soup.

"Yan'er will be home the day after tomorrow, and she will cook more dishes in the next few days..."

"Oh" I sat down at the table, smiling Pippi, "Drag Yan'er's blessing, I also have a mouth"

Yan'er looked at her mother suspiciously, then at me, and finally sat beside me in silence.

She remembered that her aunt looked apologetic in the morning and wanted to cook for her sister.

Just last night she got up to drink water, heard her uncle's sigh, and heard her aunt's sobbing.

She also clearly remembered what her aunt said: My uncle confessed early in the morning that my sister was very tired, don't bother her, and said that I would help my sister cook a delicious meal, why is this...

I tilted my head sideways and looked at her, "Aren't you going to eat?" ”

Yan'er was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Do you like these vegetable sisters?" "These dishes should be my sister's favorite food, so my sister should be aware of it, these dishes are made for her, and my aunt is really, what is there to hide?

I was stunned by her question, and quickly glanced at the food on the table, the dishes all looked delicious, and there was nothing I particularly liked or disliked, but I remember, these... It's all Jing's favorite.

Because I haven't been a picky eater since I was a child, and I've never thought of being picky eaters, my mother took it for granted that Jing and I were twins, and that our preferences should be the same, and that they had always been cooked according to Jing's preferences, and I didn't look like I hated it, and I usually just smiled faintly and said 'delicious'.

After going to work, there is no chance of picky eating, in fact, any food for me, it doesn't mean much, just don't want to give up being a person, and a habit that should be, now I think about it, I am sad to find that I don't particularly like to eat.

"Sister?" Yan'er put her hand in front of my eyes and waved it up and down twice, "What's your favorite dish?" ”

"Huh? Uh... ..."I was a little speechless when asked, favorite?" How do I know where to go!

Looking at my mother's darkening face, I couldn't help but sit up straight, "Ahaha, I like them all, they're all delicious!" ”

Mom, don't start, go to the kitchen to get food, do you like it? She smiled weakly, it seemed that she didn't like it, until she was ready to cook her favorite dish for her, only to find that she didn't know what she liked to eat, although she was also raised by herself, but when she wanted to cook for this daughter, she found that her memory was actually another daughter's favorite recipe.

No matter how much I searched, I couldn't find what she liked to eat, because every time I asked her, she would smile and say, "Mom's cooking, every dish is delicious"

Jing would make a list of recipes and gobble them up every time, but she would just smile faintly and say "delicious" and, as usual, eat unhurriedly.

Just like now, it's always been the phrase "It's all delicious!" "It turns out that no one can understand the person who has never had sex, and because he has never had sex, there is no way to know what he loves and hates the most.

When she returned to the dining room again, Yan'er couldn't wait to eat, on the other hand, the people next to her were still so unhurried, they would eat a little bit of each dish, and they would look at the dishes in a daze from time to time, and suddenly her heart seemed to be beaten by something, spasms and throbs, did she really not care about this daughter? Or did she close her heart a long time ago, making people unconsciously alienate her, without knowing it?

Thinking of last night, how would she react if she woke up at that time? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have some heart palpitations, Jing'er's matter... Oh, my God! How far are you going to push me to be satisfied? What the hell am I supposed to do, you say!

"Mom, come and eat, it's going to be cold," I said with a smile on the corner of Pippi's lips and a crescent moon in his eyes.