Chapter 90: Frustration

Ling Hanyu stood in the kitchen for a while, and Song Qingtian picked up the neatly arranged plates and headed toward the kitchen door.

Clearly, she knew Ling Hanyu was there.

Ling Hanyu turned around and followed her out.

The sushi rolls were placed on the dining table, and Song Qingtian began eating.

With one bite after another, she truly was the queen of foodies.

There were over forty sushi rolls on the plate, and she devoured them all in one go.

Throughout the whole process, Ling Hanyu stood opposite Song Qingtian, watching her. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, no matter how much others tried to convince him, he still wouldn’t have believed it.

Song Qingtian could eat so much—enough to satisfy five or six people!

Once she’d had her fill, the pain in her arm disappeared.

She let out a contented burp, washed the dishes, and then headed back upstairs from the kitchen.

Ling Hanyu’s face grew colder and colder.

Was he invisible?

Song Qingtian returned upstairs, closed the door, and stood by the entrance, feeling utterly delighted.

What a complete victory!

To make that scumbag watch her eat—it was pure bliss!

Ling Hanyu was really quite silly, actually sitting there and watching her finish every last bite.

A smile played on Song Qingtian’s lips; heaven only knew how worried she’d been that Ling Hanyu would rush over and snatch away the sushi rolls she’d painstakingly prepared.

Heaven only knew—when she worked part-time in high school, she landed a job at a top-tier restaurant, and from that moment on, her culinary skills reached new heights.

Those sushi rolls just now? Only a master chef of the highest caliber could make them.

It was a huge loss for Ling Hanyu not to eat them!

Poor guy!

Having eaten her fill and felt completely satisfied, Song Qingtian’s mood was as light as a feather.

The pain was gone, too, and she climbed into bed, sleeping soundly until dawn.

Downstairs, however, Ling Hanyu sat there all night, his stomach growling with hunger.

When Aunt Chen got up in the morning, she found Ling Hanyu slumped on the sofa downstairs, lying on his back.

Aunt Chen assumed he’d gotten up early and hurried off to prepare breakfast.

But when she looked into the kitchen, she immediately realized someone had already been there—Madam had come down.

Looks like she was hungry again.

These days, Madam’s cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds—truly the work of a master chef.

Even someone like Aunt Chen, who’d been cooking for over twenty years, couldn’t help but admire her: in such a short time, whatever she learned, she mastered it—and did it exceptionally well.

Aunt Chen used to joke that if Madam opened her own restaurant, business would be booming.

Breakfast was ready, and Aunt Chen went to call Song Qingtian and Ling Nuonuo downstairs to eat.

Lately, this has become the norm: breakfast is never later than seven o’clock in the morning.

Before, Aunt Chen rarely saw Song Qingtian in the mornings; the old Song Qingtian didn’t like getting up early, so she’d usually wake up in the afternoon and go to bed late at night.

Their schedules were completely out of sync.

Aunt Chen had grown accustomed to that and didn’t bother preparing breakfast anymore.

But lately, Madam has been acting more and more normal.

The changes are so dramatic that sometimes Aunt Chen even wonders whether the person standing before her is really Song Qingtian.

Even if she’d been deeply shaken, she shouldn’t have transformed so completely.

Yet Song Qingtian is still Song Qingtian, and Aunt Chen can’t deny it.

All she can do is feel sorry for her—the changes in Song Qingtian are all because she lost her parents’ protection. Her husband never treated her well to begin with, and without her parents’ support, she never would’ve married Ling Hanyu.

After she got married, life may not have been glamorous, but at least she still had something to cover herself with.

Now that her parents are gone, she really has nothing left.

Perhaps she’s finally come to her senses and decided to change.

If Mr. and Mrs. Song could see this from beyond the grave, they’d surely be relieved.

Song Qingtian carried her daughter downstairs. Ling Nuonuo had already taken a bath and was dressed up beautifully, wearing a simple yet very flattering outfit.

Although it wasn’t expensive, both the material and the style were carefully chosen by Song Qingtian.

It was perfect for a child to wear and exuded great taste.

Not overly ornate—simple but elegant and dignified.

She wore the same set of clothes all day: a top and bottom.

But the cuffs and hems had little ruffled details, while the rest of the fabric was soft and white, making her look just like a little princess.

Ling Nuonuo’s hair was tied into two tiny braids, each adorned with a small bow.

Ling Nuonuo had an adorable, chubby baby face and big, endearing eyes.

Lately, she’d become increasingly confident and remarkably sensible and well-behaved.

As she came down from the upstairs, she lifted her delicate, porcelain-like face to look at Song Qingtian, then glanced at her mother’s arm. “Mommy, you’re hurt—should I tell Daddy?”

Song Qingtian knew her daughter wasn’t that forgetful and had already thought about it again.

So she crouched down, cradling her daughter’s soft little body in front of her, and whispered in her ear, “Don’t tell Daddy, or he’ll get mad!”

Ling Nuonuo nodded. “Mommy, I’ll be good!”

Song Qingtian was very pleased and stood up, taking her daughter’s hand as they went to have breakfast.

But the person sitting across from them clearly had a bad temper—couldn’t bring himself to eat anything, frowning and seething with frustration!

End of Chapter 90: Frustration