The familiar smell flooded into her nose, and she took a deep breath, as if all her fatigue had been lifted at once.
"Mom, why did you make soup again? Didn't I just have barbecue with Feifei?"
"Barbecue doesn't count as a proper meal! You haven't been home for seven or eight months since you left and now you've lost weight." Zhao Suyun chattered away, serving her a bowl of steaming hot rib soup.
Gao Mengting held the warm bowl of soup, her eyes a bit misty.
After leaving home after New Year's, she soon faced betrayal from a classmate and her store going bankrupt, during which she couldn't even eat.
Later, she started a business with Tang Song, and only now has she begun to relax a bit.
Compared to the time around New Year's, she has indeed lost nearly ten pounds now.
In the cozy living room, the sounds of chatting and laughter rose and fell.
After finishing the soup, Gao Mengting sniffed the strong barbecue smell on her body and turned back to her small bedroom.
