Chapter 65 The Incoming Call

• There were three dishes and a soup on the dining table. Although the dishes were on small plates, the amount was enough for her.
• Bai Ruoxi was drinking the hot soup and was swallowing rice. A smile was at the corner of her mouth. “The dishes cooked by Mrs Qiu are the most delicious. I never get tired of your cooking. Wherever I go, I remember the taste of Mrs Qiu’s cooking,” she praised Mrs Qiu.
• Standing beside the table, Mrs Qiu wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes secretly. Her heart felt painful for her. Children from other families always remembered the taste of their mothers’ cooking, but Bai Ruoxi could only remember the taste of Mrs Qiu’s cooking.