Since ye Mengxi moved to live in the manor, the servants in the manor consciously regard her as a young lady. She takes off her maid's clothes and puts on a new skirt. She has a fresh and refined temperament. Everywhere she goes, people can't help but be attracted by her.
Even if there is a wound on her face, her beauty is hard to ignore.
Ye Mengxi gradually opens his heart, which is a picture that people can't expect more.
Even Sophia finally dares to meet her in person, waiting for her to have a word with her from time to time.
Although Ye Mengxi treats her like a lady's cry, never willing to be close to her, and even refuses countless times, Sophia wants to shake her hand and touch her daughter.
There are too many things going through these days. Sophia is exhausted. She has survived these storms, but she can't resist the invasion of time.
In the early morning, ye Mengxi saw Sophia who had been guarding her door for a long time. Suddenly, she felt as if she was a lot older. In an instant, the beauty who had been so beautiful was dying.
"Good morning, madam." Ye Mengxi pursed her lips and nodded to Sophia as usual.
Yesterday Huo Xiaobao said that she wanted to eat her breakfast. She wanted to get up early and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Xiaobao. Unexpectedly, Sophia got up earlier than her. Daniel said, "Miss, my wife has been waiting here for an hour. She has prepared breakfast for you and sent it to me. Do you want to have breakfast first and then prepare for the young master's breakfast?"
"Mengxi, Xiaobao was tired of playing last night and is still sleeping now. You should eat something first and then make breakfast for him. Don't starve yourself." Sophia's eyes are red and swollen, and her tiredness in recent days is particularly obvious on her face, but her tone of speaking to Ye Mengxi is still as gentle as water.
When ye Mengxi saw her like this, he felt a pain somewhere in his heart and nodded to her, "thank you for your kindness. When I make breakfast for Xiaobao, I will make it myself. Don't bother you. You'd better go back to have a rest and raise your spirit."
She's exhausted now. Anyone can't bear to see her.
But if you can't bear it, you can't bear it. To accept or not to accept is another way of saying it.
"Mengxi, I've made all these by myself. I haven't cooked for a long time, but these days I've been working with the chef, and I've got some feeling back. I'm finally able to do it. Have a taste of it and see how it tastes? If it doesn't taste good, mom will learn more and cook it for you. " Sophia's eyes were full of sincerity. Today, she no longer does such a thing.
But as a mother, who doesn't want her children to grow up eating their own food? She didn't love ye Mengxi before. She wants to make up for it bit by bit.
When she was a child, she often cooked for Yu Hao. When Yu Hao was a child, he was picky about food and often didn't eat anything except what she did!
She has never cooked for ye Mengxi, just like she did for Huo Xiaobao.
"Madam, Xiao Bao is about to wake up. I'll go to the kitchen first. Thank you for your kindness." Ye Mengxi nodded slightly to Sophia, which was an expression of gratitude. He turned and walked towards the kitchen without any nostalgia.
Sophia looked at her indifferent back, the white bud skirt let her floating, if fairy is so beautiful, her attitude to her mother, is so cold, cold without a trace of emotion.
Sophia covers her face and tears flow freely on her face.