Song Song obediently put on the headphones, and after a few seconds of pause, the screen switched to a woman sitting cross-legged in an empty room. Her expression was serene and tiless, with an indescribable beauty and allure.
"Song Song, whether or not you’ve regained your mory now, you must keep my words in mind and never forget them under any circumstances."
Then she saw a trace of reluctance pass over the woman’s face, and she sighed, "In the past, I didn’t let you engage in culinary arts, not because I thought you weren’t talented but because you were too talented. You truly are my daughter, you take after in both looks and temperant."
"I still rember when you were only four years old, you had a terrible temper. When a little girl from the neighbor’s house snatched your doll, you hit her. That fiery spirit really reminded of myself as a child..."
"I also rember when you were five, I held you while making fish-flavored shredded pork in the kitchen. The next day, you dragged a little stool to stand in front of the stove and secretly imitated , and you managed to make a dish that tasted remarkably close to mine..."
"At that ti, I started to panic. I didn’t want you to be exceptionally smart or outstanding; I just wanted you to be an ordinary little girl. So say personality is innate, but I refused to believe that. From a young age, I instilled in you the idea of restraining your sharpness, while others strive to cultivate their children into dragons and phoenixes among people, I worked hard to nurture you into a little sparrow..."
"Sure enough, hard work pays off, and your obedient, gentle, and timid personality developed just like that. But perhaps it was repressed for too long, which is why after the mory loss, she experienced such a major transformation this ti."
"Daughter, I should apologize to you for this! Before gaining your consent, I took the initiative to dominate your life, but it won’t happen again in the future. Mom knows she was wrong..."
"..."
By this ti, Song Song, sitting in front of the computer, was already in tears. She kept wiping away the tears on her face with her hands, yet they only flowed more violently, even though she had already lost her mory...
Clearly, she no longer rembered those childhood things, but the feeling of bitterness in her heart only accumulated more intensely.
Until it completely exploded in her chest, with an astonishing clash of forces!
"Alright, now I’m going to hand everything over to you, my daughter... Didn’t you always say before that I was so good at cooking but never willing to teach you? Now watch carefully and make sure to rember it all."
"..."
Song Song watched the woman’s deft movents on the screen, the calm gaze, as if every part of her was glowing...
With tearful eyes, so scattered images suddenly flashed through Song Song’s mind.
A girl stood in the snowy street wearing a thin down jacket, pleading with passing pedestrians one by one, "My mom is sick, please buy ! I’ll do anything you want..."
Those people all glanced coldly at the girl and then left...
The girl was too young, her features not striking enough to arouse their desire to purchase her.
In the end, the girl was so hungry and tired that she collapsed directly into the snow. When she awoke again, she was in a pitch-black room where she couldn’t see her hands in front of her...
At first, she thought she was alone, until a voice resembling a cold machine rang out, making her realize there was soone else in the room.
"Do you really need money?"
The girl had a high fever, her consciousness a bit cloudy, but she still nodded without hesitation, "I need money, a lot of money."
"Alright, I can give you as much as you want, but... you must bear a child for ."
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