Chapter 128 Part 1

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Chapter 128 Part 1: Little Shu, How Much Longer Can I Stay With You? (1)

At the dining table,

Chu Wang Shu scooped a mouthful of ice jelly, her eyes squinting with delight. The crushed peanuts provided a crunchy texture, while the raisins and hawthorn bits added layers of sweetness. The brown sugar syrup made the ice jelly taste refreshingly sweet, smooth and delightful to eat, perfect for cooling down.

The little girl stirred the ice jelly with a spoon, feeling nostalgic. She recalled the day when she argued with her father, and there was green bean soup and ice jelly in the fridge, with a note on the table reminding her to eat them.

It could be said that even when her father was most distant from her, he never neglected to care for her daily needs, as meticulous as one would care for a child.

And it was precisely this reason that made her puzzled about how their father-daughter relationship had reached this point.

If her father didn’t like her and was only raising her out of obligation and responsibility, he could have simply given her pocket money like some single-parent households do, without putting in so much effort and care.

Chu Wang Shu had once suspected that Chu Yuanying had health issues. However, after secretly examining her father’s medical report from work, she found everything was normal.

Though reassured, this led to more confusion.

The unease brought about by this confusion was what motivated her to overcome her inner discomfort and rebellion during adolescence, willing to take the initiative to break the ice.

Chu Wang Shu no longer dwelled on the past. She gazed at the bowl of ice jelly, as if glimpsing a beautiful future. The curve on her young and pretty face, with a hint of happiness at the corner of her lips, exuded a sense of bliss.

Now, she and her father have an excellent relationship and she progressed smoothly to the A1 stage in the second round.

As long as they form a stable five-member team, with their current lineup, they will certainly not be eliminated in the second round and will gain more popularity and fans.

Even if she doesn’t secure a debut position in the entertainment industry, which equals money, she can still earn enough to relieve her father from working overtime.

– Half a year.

In just half a year, her and her father’s life will improve – no more cramped living in a small rental house, no more working long hours, no more strict budgeting when shopping for groceries…

Chu Wang Shu paused her thoughts, took another bite of ice jelly, and whispered softly:

“Little Qing’s cooking skills are comparable to my father’s, but he prefers milder flavors, and the ice jelly he makes isn’t as sweet.”

Chu Yuanqing had mixed feelings; she wasn’t foolish. Even though she wanted to indulge her daughter by preparing a normal meal without counting calories to meet nutritional and taste requirements, she wouldn’t reveal any flaws in her cooking.

Whether it’s ice jelly, braised pork with osmanthus, scallion-blooming eggs, spare rib soup, or seafood congee, she employed the most authentic and common methods with unique details in the seasoning.

Additionally, after her body transformed this way, her taste buds improved slightly. At least now she can somewhat detect salty and sweet flavors, without having to meticulously follow measurements for seasoning to prevent flavors from being too strong, which previously resulted in an overall bland taste.

Chu Yuanqing removed her apron and sat beside her lovely daughter, tilting her head to admire her daughter’s profile. Her daughter blinked her long eyelashes, revealing a joyful smile, and softly asked:

“Does Little Shu prefer food that isn’t too strong in flavor?”

Chu Wang Shu felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze and shyly stirred the ice cream with her spoon, honestly replying in a soft voice:

“It’s fine, I enjoy food whether it’s slightly sweet or slightly bland.”

It was strange; she used to be quite outgoing with Little Qing before, never feeling shy or awkward.

However, now, sitting at the dinner table eating Little Qing’s cooking while being observed by Little Qing, she couldn’t help but sense something odd, like… the feeling of being kindly watched by elders while eating?

There was also an inexplicable sense of nostalgia, and a familiar déjà vu flooding her mind, surging through her emotions like rising tides, stirring up memories of the past.

Chu Wang Shu momentarily lost focus and mistook the solemn expression of a pretty girl with gentle eyes and brows for her absent mother wearing a veil.

Yes, what makes Little Qing so special compared to her mother, who is also kind and beautiful, tells bedtime stories, cooks delicious meals, occasionally gives advice, and cares so deeply?

Oh, the difference is she doesn’t know my father.

Chu Wang Shu suddenly remembered the conditions she had set for her father’s new partner and quickly finished her dessert like a shy hamster, avoiding eye contact, eating nervously while silently speculating.

Chu Yuanqing blinked in confusion. Is it really that delicious? It seems Little Shu truly prefers sweeter desserts. I should add more sugar in the future.

The green-eyed cat secretly watched, eating while feeling envious and resentful.

Oh, Little Shu is so spoiled by Aunt Mother Qing! She must be Mother Qing’s niece.

Tang Liuli was extremely jealous.

However, she didn’t envy for long, as she immersed herself in the warmth like soaking in a hot spring during the cold winter month, swaying in the selfless love, unable to resist.

The green-eyed cat held the chopsticks shakily, hurriedly consuming the rice to conceal her emotions behind the rising steam.

Tang Liuli felt as if every tiny cell in her body was being enveloped by a soft and smooth touch, bringing a sense of comforting security. Tears welled up in her emerald eyes, almost forming the shape of a heart. Her cute freckles turned pink, and she breathed slightly faster.

Hehehe, Little Shu being loved by Mother Qing didn’t seem so bad after all.

Little Sakura looked at the strange green-eyed cat with suspicion, feeling a sense of unease.

Chu Yuanqing also noticed this difference and regarded the other person with confusion, asking with concern:

“Liuli, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?”

Tang Liuli lowered her eyes and nervously rubbed her smooth legs, but was suddenly affected by this unexpected concern. Her legs tingled momentarily, and she couldn’t help but make a soft sound. She suppressed her breathing, pursed her lips, and explained:

“I’m fine, just… just the mapo tofu was a bit spicy… my tongue couldn’t handle it.”

Chu Yuanqing pondered upon hearing this. The mapo tofu she prepared was more on the sweet side, not too spicy. Could it be that Little Liuli had a sensitive palate?

“I’ll use even less chili next time.”

Tang Liuli nodded repeatedly, pretending to eat while her snow-white feet, tucked in cotton slippers under the table, curled with tension. Her focus was scattered, droplets of water fell, and she finished her meal hastily. Her toes were nervously grinding against the cotton slippers.

The cat with green eyes couldn’t contain herself and said, putting down her bowl and chopsticks:

“I… I’m full, I’ll go back to the room to rest for a bit.”

After saying that, she inexplicably walked back to the room, stumbling slightly.

Chu Yuanqing didn’t pay much attention.

Kirimi Miyuki’s intuition remained sharply alert, a hint of pink diffused in her pupils, and her emotions involuntarily stirred.

This meal felt uncomfortable, even though she could enjoy food personally prepared by Little Qing, which was a very meaningful and joyful thing.

But…

It felt strange, irritating, and unsettling.

This feeling of restlessness and unease is like having a sneaky invisible mouse that has infiltrated your rice jar, constantly stealing what belongs to you.

But unable to identify the source or find any solution, she could only, as Xie Qingxuan had said, forcefully suppress it deep in her heart, continuing to intensify the meaningless internal struggle.

No, this cannot continue.

After finishing her meal, Kirimi Miyuki voluntarily cleared the bowls and chopsticks, placed them in the kitchen sink for washing, her eyes filled with emotions difficult to describe. As a perfect idol, mental management and stress resistance were essential skills.

In an instant, emotions surged.

Kirimi Miyuki’s fingertips touched the porcelain bowl, the water droplets on the edge danced, frozen in time, the halo within continued to expand, the fine and extending foam swelled, constructing a dreamy frame, reflecting her current appearance in the smooth water flow.

Since understanding Heart Flow, she no longer needed to rely on the mirror as a medium for fantasy, and without even moving, she could still reproduce the simulation of heart-piercing pain.

And so, the figure in the reflection seemed to come alive.

The innocent and pure face of the girl appeared calm, with a relaxed smile, she slightly tilted her head, regarded the real Kirimi Miyuki, waved her slender fingers in the shape of a gun, playfully raised the corners of her eyes, and her pink lips moved with a “bang”.

In a daze, the loud gunshot echoed in her ears.

The bright orange bullet with a hot gunpowder smell pierced through fat and heart, causing a tearing pain in her chest. The taste of rust flooded her throat. Her brain went blank momentarily, the pent-up emotions suddenly dispersed, clearing her mind.