Chapter 11

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Lu Yao greedily smelled the braised pork in front of her. She was so hungry that she was about to faint. Perhaps she really felt that she was about to starve to death at that time. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the courage to provoke that terrifying man no matter what.

She snatched the bowl from the man’s hand and began to run as if her life depended on it. She was only ten years old that year. Before she could take two steps, the man grabbed her by the collar.

The man threw her to the ground and gritted his teeth. “How dare you snatch my things? I’ll beat you to death today!”

Every time Lu Yao thought of the man’s ferocious face and hoarse and unpleasant voice, she would shiver.

The other party dragged her far away on the mud road. Lu Yao’s body was covered in wounds, and most of her clothes were soaked in blood.

The man dragged her to the entrance of the village. When the surrounding villagers heard the commotion, they surrounded her and stood by the side with interest, waiting to watch the show.

Under everyone’s gaze, the bowl of braised pork with boiling soup was stuffed into Lu Yao’s mouth from the entire bowl. When the large piece of braised pork with boiling temperature entered her stomach, it was so hot that the skin in Lu Yao’s mouth broke and blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. Her stomach also burned with pain. The little Lu Yao curled up on the ground and rolled around in pain.

Lu Yao would never forget the feeling of being on the verge of death for the rest of her life. For the next two weeks, Lu Yao could not eat anything. When she was hungry, she would drink some water. Sometimes, even the act of swallowing her saliva would make her feel pain.

Ever since that time, Lu Yao had begun to fear and resist the braised pork. No matter where she saw this dish from, she would quickly fall into the memories of that time, and her stomach and throat would begin to ache violently.

After returning to the Lu family, there was suddenly a period of time when her father began to make braised pork for her every day. Painful memories attacked her. Although Lu Yao knew that her father did not know the inside story, she still hated him.

She looked at her father sitting opposite her and handed her the braised pork with a fawning gaze. Lu Yao resisted. She picked up the porcelain bowl containing the braised pork and threw it on the ground. From then on, she stopped eating anything her father cooked for her. She even rejected her father’s concern and love for her.

Lu Yao lived by Song Qinglian and her daughter’s side and listened to their exaggerated descriptions of how important the two of them were in the Lu family every day. She felt like she was an outsider in this family. Even if Father Lu deliberately cared for her, she felt that it was a little fatherly love from him as alms.

Lu Yao had lived in a vicious place since she was young. She was paranoid and sensitive. Under the deliberate instigation of Song Qinglian and her daughter, her misunderstanding of the Lu family grew bigger and bigger. She had never been close to them.

Until the Lu family was destroyed, she had never called him father.

However, no one knew that every time Father Lu made braised pork for her, she would take put it in a box and bring it back to her room when no one was paying attention. She still yearned for someone to care for her.

After the painful experience when she was ten years old, Lu Yao never ate braised pork again. She couldn’t even look at it. Every time she saw it, her entire body would ache, and the pain in her stomach would even make it difficult for her to breathe.

But this was the braised pork her father had spent two hours making for her.

The meat was fragrant and tender, but not greasy. It tasted very good. Lu Yao endured the discomfort in her body and ate bite after bite. The pain in her stomach gradually disappeared. In its place was the warm and gentle touch in her mouth. Lu Yao’s nose ached and tears fell.

It was also from that time that she gradually forgot those painful memories and developed an indescribable obsession and preference for braised pork.

Hu Yuting looked at the other party sitting opposite her in a daze. She was holding a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, but she didn’t put it in her mouth for a long time. It was unknown what she was thinking. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Lu Yao’s eyes. “Hey! What’s wrong? Is your soul out of your body?”

Lu Yao looked at the hand in front of her in a daze. “What do you mean?”

Hu Yuting pretended to slap her hand fiercely. “I’ve been talking to you, but you ignored me. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m sorry. I suddenly thought of what happened when I was a child.” Lu Yao smiled at her sheepishly. She looked down at the braised pork on her chopsticks. She hadn’t resisted this dish since she’d eaten the braised pork made by her father.

However, after that, she went to many high-end hotels and never tasted that taste again. Back then, her father only made this dish again and again because he knew that his daughter had suffered for so long and wanted to nourish her body.