How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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Feeling really soft-hearted, in the end, with her daughter's shining expectant eyes, she could only drink it as she was told.
　　She made cakes for the two of them again.
　　The name of Happy Cake was chosen casually by her, but the recipe was not made casually.
　　When she was cooking, both father and daughter were helping. The kitchen was small, so Mingzhu was squeezed outside.
　　She was a little worried at first. After all, her mother's body didn't look very good today. She has always been the most delicate, but now she has no servants to take care of her, her life is simple, and she has just recovered from a serious illness.
　　Mingzhu was worried.
　　But looking at the already energetic mother%e4%ba%b2, worry slowly turned into expectation.
　　This is what mother%e4%ba%b2 specially made for herself! Unlike the last time when I followed the brother and sister and secretly picked up the remaining bits, this time it was all my own.
　　Oh, she glanced at Mo Yangzhou and her father%e4%ba%b2 who were handing things over.
　　The tacit cooperation between the two made her feel even happier.
　　This joy stopped when I tasted the happy cake.
　　It's sweet.
　　It is obviously different from what I tasted last time. Is it done differently? Or are there any other reasons?
　　Mingzhu was confused, but she didn't say anything. She just looked at her parents without any trace.

　　Daddy didn't seem to notice anything was wrong at all. He just smiled and praised a few words, and also said something like "I miss you very much".
　　When he said that, his mother also smiled. Mingzhu didn't know if this was the benefit of the mother-daughter connection. She felt that she could feel her mother's smile. ‌But it doesn’t reach the bottom of the eyes.
　　Mingzhu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
　　She lowered her head, biting the cake in silence, and the serious look on Chu Ling's face when she asked her that day suddenly sounded in her mind again.
　　"Who are you going to choose?"
　　The mother%e4%ba%b2 whom she just met, and the father%e4%ba%b2 who raised her for so many years.
　　Who will she choose?
　　"Mingzhu?"
　　Jiang Wu's voice brought Mingzhu back from her thoughts. As soon as she raised her head, she met her mother%e4%ba%b2's concerned eyes: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? ? "
　　Jiang Wu has indeed changed the formula.
　　No matter how similar the imitation is, as long as it is not the same person, the flaws will always be exposed. The more you try, the more holes you will find.
　　Mo Yangzhou obviously knew that he had such a specialty, but because he had never tasted it, he didn't know the real taste.
　　In other words, it was an oversight.
　　This is also normal. As long as you are human, you will always be negligent.
　　It was only when she saw Mingzhu lowering her head that she became a little worried. The cake had been changed to a recipe that was not in line with her daughter's taste.
　　"No!" Mingzhu raised his head with a smile on his face, "I just hope that I can eat food made by my mother in the future."
　　Jiang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Yangzhou was still there. The man next to me smiled and joked: "You don't know how to feel sorry for your mother%e4%ba%b2. If you want to eat, you can learn from your mother%e4%ba%b2."
　　"Then it's my turn to feel sorry for you." "
　　So. It’s best if my father%e4%ba%b2 does it.”
　　The group of people ended the dinner talking and laughing.
　　***
　　Night, Mingzhu fell into insomnia again.
　　Her love and doubt for her father%e4%ba%b2 kept tugging in her mind. She suddenly turned around and faced her mother%e4%ba%b2's wide-open glasses.
　　Mingzhu was startled.
　　The frightened look made Jiang Wu chuckle.
　　Different from the hard-working fake smile when facing Mo Yangzhou now, Jiang Wu smiled more sincerely when facing his daughter.
　　She had been looking at Mingzhu worriedly for a while.
　　"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Wu asked her.
　　Mingzhu wanted to ask her too many things. She wanted to ask her mother if she had noticed anything, and what was she thinking about now? Will you miss those siblings?
　　But in the end, I just held my mother's hand.
　　"Mom%e4%ba%b2, can you... be with your father%e4%ba%b2 tomorrow?"
　　Huh? This request came out of nowhere, but Jiang Wu noticed her daughter's entanglement and distress of trying to find an explanation.
　　She smiled and said "OK".