Huo Jiayuan locked herself in the room for a day and night before finally coming to a realization. This was good; she didn't have to struggle with difficult choices anymore.
She got up, tidied herself, and then went downstairs.
Jiang Jingya had taken leave from work to stay home with her daughter because she was worried that Jiayuan might do something rash.
Seeing her daughter come down from upstairs, she said, "Jiayuan, you?"
Huo Jiayuan said softly, "Mom, have Aunt Zhang cook me a bowl of noodles. I'm hungry."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingya exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, oh, that's good, that's good. Being hungry is a good sign."
Then she turned her head towards the kitchen and shouted, "Sister Zhang, hurry, cook a bowl of noodles for Jiayuan. You made beef sauce yesterday, just use that."
Aunt Zhang heard Madam's words and replied, "Okay, I'll boil the water and cook it now."
