"Yes," Tong Mo said while stirring the eggs and tomatoes in the pan, "Ever since I was little, my mom became a vegetable, and my dad would bring home other women. She was terrible, practically never giving me a chance to join them for meals. Every time, I took the opportunity when she wasn't looking to sneak into the kitchen and cook for myself. That's how I learned to cook..."
As she talked, Tong Mo's vision blurred with tears.
She had never even told Mengmeng about these sour past experiences, as she didn't want Mengmeng to think less of her, although she knew Mengmeng wasn't like that. But she really didn't want to speak of these humiliating matters.
But today, she couldn't help wanting to share everything with him and have a heart-to-heart talk.
Zhuo Wen listened quietly as his student recounted her experiences, feeling a rush of mixed emotions.
