Yu Xiuying got up from the bed and couldn't help but retched twice. She picked up the cup on the bedside and took a sip of water to feel better. She got out of bed and put on her slippers and walked out of the house.
Her body is really weak. She is not short at about 1.65 meters tall, and her weight is barely 80 pounds now. Long-term anorexia has led to malnutrition, and her legs have no strength when she walks, as if she could fall down at any time.
, she held one hand on the wall and slowly walked towards the living room.
The kitchen is open. On the other side opposite the living room, the kitchen is equipped with a high-end range hood. There is no smell of oil fume in the room, but when I see someone busy in the kitchen, holding a wok and stir-frying, I Yu Xiu
An overwhelming feeling suddenly surged up in Ying's abdomen...
"vomit..."
Yu Xiuying bent down while holding on to the wall. Her vomiting sound was immediately heard by Zhu Dazhuo who was in the kitchen. Zhu Dazhuo turned around and saw his mother. He immediately put down the vegetables he was picking and walked over quickly to help her up.
Said: "Mom, are you okay?"
Yu Xiuying scolded her son and said, "Don't you know that I can't smell the smell of cooking fumes? Why do I bring people home to cook? If I meet friends, I go out to find a restaurant to eat."
Lu Xiaomei also came over to greet Yu Xiuying at this time, "Auntie, wake up. You have misunderstood Da Zhuo. He is not inviting friends to dinner, but wants to cook for you..." As she said this, the little girl
Look towards Zhu Dazhuo.
Zhu Dazhuo immediately took over the conversation, "Oh yes, Mom, the cook is a brother I just met. The noodles he makes are very delicious. I originally wanted him to give you a bowl of noodles, but I didn't expect him to cook them."
Other dishes."
Yu Xiuying was not moved by her son's filial piety. On the contrary, she was even more reproachful. She looked very bad, and the nauseating feeling in her stomach became stronger and stronger. She said: "It's really nonsense, Da Zhuo, you are nonsense, Xiao
Mei is also fooling around with you. I can't stand the smell of cooking fumes. You both know that. Are you doing this because you think I'm a hindrance in this family and want me to die as soon as possible..."
In the past, Yu Xiuying was definitely not a person who spoke so harshly. Since she got anorexia, her physical condition has become worse and worse. She can only lie at home to recuperate every day, and then drink some nutrient solutions such as glucose. Such days
You will never understand the incomprehensible torture. Every day is despair, every moment is suffering. If things go on like this, no matter how gentle a person is, they will become eccentric.
"Mom, please listen to my explanation. I am your son. How could I have such thoughts? Xiaomei and I both have good intentions. This friend of mine's noodles are really delicious. I went there several times to confirm again.
I just invited Brother Kun to come to my house..."
Zhu Dazhuo explained that Lu Xiaomei felt aggrieved by being silent on the sidelines. Although he 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 always looked unreasonable and unforgiving. Those who knew were mother and son, but those who didn't knew thought she was dealing with an enemy.
Yu Xiuying suddenly cried, crying loudly. She seemed to want to vent her grievances and sadness in this way. She grabbed her hair with both hands and kept shouting: "I'd better die."
Sorry, why did God let this disease torture me? What did I do wrong in my previous life..."
Yu Xiuying had a look of grief and anger on her face. She didn't know where the strength came from in her skinny body, and she actually pulled out a large strand of hair. Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei were both frightened, and they quickly hugged Yu Xiuying.
, but at this time, Yu Xiuying was completely crazy, opening her hands and beating Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei continuously.
Bang bang...
With a sudden sound, the large blue and white porcelain bowl filled with hot ramen was thrown onto the marble dining table. It made a crisp sound. Yu Xiuying, who was struggling and tearing, stopped. Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei also stopped.
The three of them looked towards the dining table together...
Clang!
There was another sound, and a large bowl of sauced meat and big bones was thrown on the dining table. The same steaming heat filled the air with the aroma of noodles and meat.
Lin Kun put his hands on the dining table, looked at Yu Xiuying with a smile, and said: "Auntie, you can only have the strength to deal with them after you eat. My craftsmanship is pretty good. Come and have a taste. If it doesn't taste good, I will
Get out of here right away and clean up your kitchen in the meantime, or if you feel dissatisfied, you can just hit me twice."
Yu Xiuying tried her best to hold her breath and not smell the fragrant noodles, but the noodles in the big blue and white porcelain bowl, the thick-colored broth, and the chopped green onions and coriander floating on them, seemed...
I had such an appetite again, and for some reason, I suddenly felt that the churning and nauseating feeling in my stomach was much lighter.
Seeing that his mother had calmed down, Zhu Dazhuo quickly persuaded her: "Mom, just go and try it. Just have a bite, no, just a noodle. If it doesn't taste good, I will admit it no matter how hard you beat me."
Lu Xiaomei also said at this time: "Yes, Auntie, go over and try it. If it doesn't taste good, I will be beaten by you together with Da Zhuo without any complaints."
As he spoke, Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei looked at each other, their eyes firm. This firmness stemmed 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 got anorexia, she hadn't sat at the dining table to eat for a long time. She looked at the bowl of fragrant noodles and the people next to her.
The big bones and sauced meat, the corner of the mouth pursed slightly, although the stomach was still uncomfortable, but there was a trace of appetite.
She had been hungry for too long. When she sat down and picked up the chopsticks with her bony hands, she was trembling all over. She put the chopsticks into the bowl and picked up three or two noodles. She gently put them in.
It was in his mouth, and before he could start chewing, he clenched his teeth, as if he was fighting against the feeling of extreme anorexia in his body.
Zhu Dazhuo and Lu Xiaomei became nervous. They looked at Yu Xiuying intently. Lu Xiaomei clenched her clothes tightly with her two little hands and even held her breath...
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Yu Xiuying did not vomit like in the past. The corners of her mouth moved slightly and she chewed the noodles twice. Then she seemed to have spent a lot of effort to swallow the noodles. When she swallowed this mouthful
Noodles, Zhu Dazhuo's eyes were excited, tears suddenly filled his eyes, Lu Xiaomei also looked excited, only Lin Kun stood in front of Yu Xiuying with a calm face.
Yu Xiuying looked up at Lin Kun with a stiff expression. Lin Kun said with a smile: "Auntie, although the noodles taste good, the taste of the noodle soup is the key. You might as well take a sip and give it a try."
Yu Xiuying hesitated for a moment, picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl, put her thin lips to the edge of the bowl and took a small sip. Before the noodle bowl could be put down, the expression on her face changed drastically... (To be continued)