Song Song carefully opened the door, first poking her head in. Seeing no one inside, she took a deep breath and stepped in.
It seemed her luck was good today; her mother wasn’t up yet. She walked to the bedroom door, turned the doorknob, and opened it...
Only to find the bed empty, the bedding neatly folded.
Huh, not here. Could she have gone to the market to buy groceries?
But this time seems too early; the market probably isn’t open yet.
The sound of keys came from the doorway, and Song Song quickly turned her head to look, "Mom, you went out so early?"
Song Xueqin’s eyes avoided hers, she faintly acknowledged, "Hmm." "It’s Saturday, why are you up so early?"
"I... got up early to exercise."
That’s odd! Why would she ask like that?
Could it be she didn’t come home to sleep last night?
"Mom, you don’t look well, are you feeling unwell? Shall I accompany you to the hospital for a check-up?"
Song Xueqin shook her hand and walked into the room, "No need, I know my own body. Go exercise, I’ll rest for a bit."
"Oh, then have a good rest. I’ll go buy your favorite tofu pudding later, would you like some?"
Song Xueqin’s expression was indifferent, "Okay."
Then she shut the door with a "bang."
Song Song looked at the closed door, her little brow furrowing slightly. Actually, since childhood, she had always felt her mother was hiding something very big...
When she was clueless, she asked once, but the result was disastrous; her mother was furious, more like she was deeply triggered.
Since then, she hadn’t asked again, thinking that one day her mother would tell her directly.
Who is her biological father?
Her cooking skills could rival the head chef of a six-star hotel, yet she was unwilling to showcase her talent publicly.
And she didn’t allow her to step into the Food World...
So many questions, just thinking about them gave Song Song a headache. She then slipped back into her room, showered, dressed in clean clothes, and went out.
An hour later Song Song returned, carrying a steaming bowl of tofu pudding. She walked to the room door and knocked, "Mom, I bought the tofu pudding for you, I’ll leave it outside, remember to eat it."
"It won’t be good if it gets cold."
"..."
For quite a while, there was no response from inside. Song Song twisted the doorknob, realizing the door was locked from the inside.
Helplessly, she could only leave the tofu pudding on the outside tea table, then returned to her small room intending to read a bit and improve her emotional intelligence.
...
Song Song sat alone in her room, scrolling through Shang Tao’s Weibo, seeing indeed many people urging for new cooking videos; some were quite aggressive, with rather sharp words.
After a while, Song Song quickly exited, fearing she couldn’t resist the urge to record.
She opened QQ and saw a certain chubby avatar; actually, she could tell he seemed angry today.
But she didn’t understand why he was angry?
It seemed she hadn’t done anything outrageous, right?
Or was it because yesterday she really...
That shouldn’t be possible; she didn’t have the courage, even if she drank she wouldn’t have the courage.
Then what was it that made him angry?
Song Song couldn’t stand it, the question kept swirling in her mind, completely affecting her thinking...
She promptly typed on her keyboard, "Uncle, are you upset? What are you upset about? Can you tell me directly?"
"So I don’t have to keep guessing randomly..."
His avatar was lit, he should reply quickly, like the previous times, this time shouldn’t be an exception.
But, he didn’t.
She waited all day and he didn’t reply, until he went offline and his avatar turned gray, he still didn’t reply.
Song Song sat by the window, her eyes pinned to the QQ interface, wondering how upset must he be to ignore her?