“You can cook?” Summer Ice looked at Cheng Far Jun hesitantly. Were modern men really this capable?
“A little bit.”
“If you need any ingredients, take what you want from my fridge,” Summer Ice suggested, remembering the items in her refrigerator. She had originally planned to treat him, but now that he was cooking, she wouldn’t be stingy with ingredients. Moreover, she didn’t want to take advantage of him for free.
Far Jun gained a deeper understanding of this woman named Summer Ice – she wasn’t someone who liked to take advantage of others.
Far Jun said he would go home to get some things, and Summer Ice nodded.
Summer Ice glanced at Far Jun busy in the kitchen, then returned to her computer.
Around 6:30, delicious aromas began to waft from the kitchen.
The phone rang. Summer Ice answered and told Far Jun to eat by himself as she was leaving.
Far Jun watched her hurry away, suddenly losing his enthusiasm for cooking.
“Perhaps, only she… but she passed away two years ago.” Thinking of his own biological mother, tenderness filled his eyes. He recalled his younger years when she took him everywhere, always afraid the Xiahou family would take him away… and ultimately brought him back.
“Xiahou Zun, you are actually fortunate, at least someone loved you so deeply. I was also an unexpected birth. My parents died when I was seven, and I was present at the time. They were arguing fiercely about divorce while driving, and they died on the spot.” She knew that she was born because they had previously had several abortions and were afraid they might not be able to have children later. When she learned this information, it shocked her far more than her parents’ deaths.
Xiahou Zun grew even more silent.
Xia Bing raised her head, “Later, I understood a principle: when your own family isn’t good to you, if you aren’t good to yourself, you won’t be able to get through it.”
“Do you hate your parents?” Xiahou Zun asked her, realizing that compared to her, his situation wasn’t as terrible – after all, he had a mother who had loved him.
“Hate? I was so hateful back then. I cried terribly. Wen Aunt, my parents’ friend, adopted me. She thought I was crying because my parents had died… As time passed, gradually, I forgot.”
