Under the orange light, there is a small white marble dining table, and on the table is also covered with a pale yellow camellia printed with small flowers tightly clustered, which is even more warm under the warm lighting.

On the left and right sides of the dining table, wooden dining chairs, also white, are placed.

These are all very familiar to the girl, and they are all their own tables and chairs.

Before the girl could see it and figure it out, she was about to make it carefully.

In the blink of an eye, a table of food was laid on the table.

In the middle is a big pot of chicken soup, the chicken in the pot looks not small, there are some potatoes and wolfberries in the soup, and the pot is even more crowded, and even a chicken leg can't be put down, sticking out of the pot on all fours. And the surface of this soup, which is golden and shiny, is still steaming at the moment, and it looks like it is enough to make people salivate.

There are two meat and one vegetable around this pot of chicken soup, which are-

A plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a pot of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a plate of spicy cabbage.

They are very good-looking, and they all look very appetizing.

And that's not all, there are two pairs of chopsticks on the edge of the dining table opposite the dining chairs, one full of rice and the other with only half a bowl.

These meals are also very familiar to the girls.

In fact, this is a common meal for ordinary people, but these are all the dishes that girls love to eat. And the girl can tell at a glance that it is all from the girl's mother.

But now, no matter how much the girl thinks about it, she can't remember when she ate this meal.

Before the girl could come up with a reason, there were people sitting on two chairs, and they were facing the girl.

The girl squinted and took a closer look.

It turned out that the girl's mother, and, the girl herself.

"Nannan, eat more, I finally came back from school once, look at you, how can you lose weight like this." It's the purr that my mother often says.

I saw that my mother pinched the root of the chicken leg sticking out of the pot with her left hand, and with the other hand, she held the chopsticks to fix the part where the chicken body was connected to the chicken leg. Then, with a twist and twist of the hand, the chicken leg easily fell off, and a few drops of soup flowed.

The mother sent the chicken leg to the girl's bowl in the picture, and as if it wasn't enough, she sandwiched a few sweet and sour pork ribs, and picked out all the eggs in the tomato scrambled eggs, and sent them all to the girl's bowl.

The mother kept chattering with her hands: "Eat more, tomorrow Mom will cook more of your favorite food." You see you're so thin that you don't have any flesh, only bones, but you can't lose weight, do you hear me? The mother didn't know why she became more and more anxious, and hit the girl on the head with chopsticks.

"I heard it, I heard it, I'm not losing weight. Besides, I'm so thin that I only have bones, as you said. The girl said and touched her head that was hit, it didn't hurt, just pretending to be coquettish.

The mother said nothing and continued to put some vegetables into the girl's bowl.

The girl buried her head in nibbling on the chicken leg in the bowl, with a look of satisfaction and happiness on her face.

It's a very heartwarming picture.

"Ahh The girl who stood on the scales and watched this scene couldn't help but exclaim.

She finally remembered.

This is what happened shortly after the girl's move to eat only seven slices of toast a week at the time.

Because of her crazy and cruel behavior, the girl finally got her wish, and she really lost 90 pounds.

At that time, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, and with the mentality that she had finally completed the big thing in her heart, she was naturally happy and relaxed.

The girl also thought that she had finally gotten rid of the haze around her, and was finally about to meet the dawn.

She can finally stop controlling her diet, she can finally eat some of the food she wants, eat some normal meals, and she will no longer be bothered by the problem of being "fat" and "thin", let alone continue to be a puppet of the numbers on the scale.

It was only a week later that the girl decided to go home, she missed her mother's cooking so much.

The girl counted day by day on her fingers when it would be the weekend and when she would be able to go back, and she was so eager to fly back to her mother to taste the food her mother cooked, even if it was only one bite, she was content.

For two or three days in a row, the girl had dreams of eating with her mother.

Finally, the girl finally returned home, and that was the time when the girl ate the meal cooked by her mother.

However, this is also the only time from now on.