Xia Xin LAN really didn't like to waste food. When she saw food being wasted, she felt uncomfortable. Perhaps it was a habit she had developed that year.
She would always think of her mother's hard work in cooking, but she couldn't bear to eat.
At that time, her mother always said that she needed nutrition to study.
As she thought about it, Xia Xin Lan's nose started to sting. She missed her mother. Although they had just met during the winter break and they often called each other, she still felt that something was not right.
After saying this, Xia Xin LAN didn't say anything else and just ate quietly.
Chu bingxuan could feel Xia Xinlan's heavy heart.
He also began to eat.
His mood was also a little heavy. He didn't know what kind of method he could use to make her happy.
Although Chu bingxuan didn't usually eat a lot, this time, because of Xia Xinlan's words, the two of them really finished the four dishes and one soup.
