Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

Babo looked down and saw that the soup was fresh and the noodles were clear-cut. There were several kinds of vegetables in it, with a few pieces of green onion sprinkled on it.

Barb looked at it and thought that just by looking at the appearance, he knew that the taste would not be too bad.

She said with a smile, "don't be modest. It must be delicious."

Barb picked up the chopsticks, took a bite and put it into his mouth.

The familiar smell made barbo's eyes open at once.

She looked at the clown in disbelief, her voice trembling: "is this your noodles?"

The clown didn't know, so he nodded.

With tears in his eyes, barb asked excitedly, "who taught you to do this?"

The clown seriously wrote: "I've been eating this kind of noodles since I was little. No one taught me. If I eat more, I'll make it myself."

Barb lowered his head and looked again at the noodles in the bowl.

It's just like that.

The taste is so similar!

If she hadn't seen with her own eyes that the person who cooked this bowl of noodles was a clown, she would have thought it was Jackie back.

The flavor of this noodle is clearly the flavor of Xiaohei.

Although the condiments of Z country and Huaxia are different, she just knows that if Xiaohei comes to cook this evening noodles, it must be this flavor.

Babo covered his face, tears streaming out of his eyes, and he had no mind to continue eating noodles.

At this moment, she missed Xiao Hei too much.

Even if it was just a bowl of noodles, she would never eat what Xiaohei had made by herself.

As long as barb thought of this cruel fact, his heart was aching.

The clown on the opposite side was eating noodles when he heard the sound of crying. When he looked up, he saw the picture of Barbara crying.

He was stunned. Then he took out some paper and handed it to barbo to wipe his tears.

"Thank you," she sobbed as she took the paper

The clown's eyes moved at her.

After a pause, he took out the note and wrote, "Why are you crying?"

Babo was almost crying. Seeing his writing, his eyebrows and eyes were soft for a moment.

"I miss being alone," he sobbed

The clown was stunned again. In his dark eyes, something seemed to be hidden.

"Who?" he wrote

Barb forced a smile at the clown and replied, "you don't know."

The clown's red lips pursed, suddenly did not know what to say.

Babo dropped his eyes, looked at the noodles at hand, and said with a smile: "the bowl of noodles you cooked is very similar to his cooking taste, so I can't help thinking about him when I eat."

The clown hesitated for a moment and wrote slowly, "do you love him so much?"

Barb saw it and looked up at the clown.

I don't know why.

She always felt that when the clown asked this sentence, there was something strong in his dark eyes.

Trembling eyes, as if looking forward to her answer.

Babo didn't know why, but still seriously replied: "love him, I love him most is him. But... " Barb grinned bitterly, tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes. "I forced him away myself. We should never meet again in our life."

With that, barb lowered his eyes and let his tears fall again.

These words should not have been said in front of a stranger.

However, these emotions hidden in her heart have been unable to find a person to talk to release, and she is about to suffocate.

Now, in front of a stranger to say it out, barb held back for so long, and finally found a release point.