Married to a mechanic, she shocked the world
Chapter 417 - 107: Capital Circle Big Shot_2

Chapter 417: 107: Capital Circle Big Shot_2

As for chicken legs, Miao Yajing could barely stomach them.

But the wormwood was a definite no-go.

Just like people who dislike cilantro, Miao Yajing always felt there was an unpleasant and strange flavor in wormwood.

It was hard to swallow.

Miao Yajing frowned slightly, "Mom, I really can’t stand the wormwood, the smell is too unpleasant."

As soon as she said this, Miao Yajing pushed her bowl toward Zhou Mei, "You have it instead."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei grew unhappy again. She felt that Miao Yajing was doing it on purpose, deliberately opposing her mother.

How could children be like this nowadays?

"What’s so bad about the taste of wormwood? I think you’re just picky. Otherwise, why are you so thin?" Zhou Mei glanced at Miao Yajing, "Can’t you learn from your brother? He eats anything and everything, it’s just you who’s always picky, not willing to eat this, not willing to eat that, and yet you don’t gain an ounce more than anyone else!"

She slaved away cooking every day, and not only did Miao Yajing not appreciate it, but she also found fault with it.

Zhou Mei, already harboring resentment from her role as a housewife, raised her voice even more, "Miao Yajing, make it clear, I’m your mother, not some nanny in this house! Tomorrow, if you want something to eat, make it yourself; I can’t cater to you like a spoiled princess!"

Miao Zhentao looked at Zhou Mei and tried to make peace, "Alright, alright, keep your voice down. If the child doesn’t want to eat it, just let it be."

Zhou Mei retorted angrily, "Haven’t you realized? She doesn’t just dislike it; she’s doing this on purpose, deliberately making things difficult for us."

Isn’t opposing their parents the favorite pastime for kids Miao Yajing’s age?

Miao Yajing and Miao Yachao are blood siblings with the same genes, so their tastes should be similar.

Her son loves wormwood tofu soup and has never complained about its smell; it’s only Miao Yajing who creates issues.

It was obvious.

Miao Yajing was doing it on purpose!

The more Zhou Mei thought about it, the more she felt that her years as a full-time mother had been somewhat unwarranted.

Since having the second child.

She had given up her career, her previous life, and endured the torment of her figure changing to become a full-time mother!

But what now?

What had she gained in return?

All she got was her daughter’s words of dislike!

Listening to the quarrels between his wife and daughter.

Miao Zhentao pressed his temples, feeling extremely tired, his day off was rather not worth taking at all!

After a while, Miao Zhentao looked at his daughter, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, "Jingjing, finish your soup, and then apologize to your mom."

It was not a suggestion.

But a command.

What could Miao Yajing do?

Could she resist?

No!

If she so much as said one more word of refusal, they would all think she was being unreasonable and too rebellious!

Miao Yajing had a belly full of grievances, but she had no one to turn to, so she could only pick up the bowl of wormwood tofu soup and gulp it down, fighting back the nausea.

After finishing the soup, Miao Yajing looked at Zhou Mei, "Mom, I’m sorry..."

Zhou Mei snorted coldly, "Didn’t you say you couldn’t stand the smell of wormwood? Yet you finished the whole bowl of soup, and I didn’t see you spit it out!"

She was just being melodramatic.

Without a princess’ life, she still had a princess’ disease.

Miao Yajing didn’t respond, just silently scooped the rice in her bowl.

Miao Yachao passed his bowl to Zhou Mei, "Mom, I want to drink the wormwood tofu soup, too."

Zhou Mei immediately beamed, "Okay, okay, Mom will get it for you right away."

"Thank you, Mom."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei glanced at Miao Yajing.

They say a daughter is a mother’s little cotton-padded jacket.

She felt that it was her son who really was.

Her son loved every dish she made, and when she ladled soup for him, he would thank her.

But when she served soup to Miao Yajing?

Miao Yajing not only lacked the courtesy to thank her but also coldly stated that she didn’t like wormwood.

After the meal.

Miao Yajing did not immediately return to her room to rest; instead, she looked at Miao Zhentao, "Dad, can you come to pick me up from school tomorrow?"

It would be one day’s reprieve, at least.

Miao Yajing really didn’t want to see those people or go through the same things again.

If nothing else, she could just get beaten up again the day after tomorrow.

Miao Zhentao shook his head, "I might need to work overtime tomorrow; I don’t have the time. Ask your mom to pick you up."

Upon hearing this, Miao Yajing’s eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

Just then, Zhou Mei came out after bathing her son.

Desperate, Miao Yajing pinned her last hope on her mother, "Mom, can you, can you come to pick me up tomorrow evening..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Mei cut her off, "No."

"Mom, I’m begging you..." Miao Yajing was close to tears.

But Zhou Mei acted as though she hadn’t seen the tears swirling in Miao Yajing’s eyes, "Your brother alone on the bus is too much of a hassle, and your school and his daycare are not in the same direction. It’s too time-consuming for me to run back and forth."