C3 Jasmine Cake

Suddenly, a white light flashed in my mind and countless black emotions surged within my body. I pushed Ji Liang away uncontrollably and my head collided against the table, causing a loud bang to ring out.

"You … "Damn it …"

My heart was beating so fast that it made me break down and go crazy. My hands were uncontrollably tearing at my hair.

A hint of doubt flashed through Ji Liang's eyes, but it quickly became clear again.

He roughly threw me into the bedroom, taking away all the self-mutilation items, even the mirror, and even the toothpick. Then he locked the door and walked away.

I felt so bad I almost broke down. I cursed him, begged him, and finally lay on the ground and cried like a madman.

I knew I was finished. I had lost my sense of smell, and I was too ashamed to see my family to continue cooking.

For three weeks, I was so skinny that Ji Liang only gave me water and food, not caring about my crazy words. When he let them out, I felt like I was in another world.

Sister Su helped me to sit on the sofa. She turned on the TV to relieve my boredom and fed me a bowl of porridge bit by bit.

"The three months of the aromatherapy competition, [Ru Mei], has come to an end yesterday. The champions are Devitt, Lonnie and Margaret, who will be eligible to join the world's largest perfume company, Coty, for a year's study. It's worth mentioning that Miss Margaret is also a Chinese, whose original name was Chu Yueli. This is also the first time that our countrymen have achieved such a proud ranking in Ru Mei competitions …"

On the trendy TV news, the results of the match "Like the Demon" were announced. Only then did I suddenly remember that before returning home, I was also one of the contestants. I was even chosen by the Sect Leader of Jiaolan as the "Spirit of Perfume" in the top ten competitions.

But eleven days ago, everything was ruined.

With a 'shua' sound, the curtains were pulled open and the light poured out. I was like a mole who was afraid of the light, shrinking even tighter. Not long later, the other side of the sofa clearly sunk down.

"Your mom made you a jasmine cake, so you might not be suitable to eat it now. Also, how ugly are your little brother's paintings?"

He did not console her, nor did he comfort her. Instead, he began to talk about his ordinary family matters.

My mom, my brother... I used all my strength to prop myself up, grabbed a flower cake, and put it under my nose to sniff it. Finally, I caught a hint of a familiar scent. It really was my mother.

Jasmine flowers taste strong, every time, my mother always put a pinch of green tea, the quantity must be grasped just right, both to mix the rich flower fragrance, but also not increase the bitter taste.

Mo Xuan's painting didn't improve at all. Every time he drew me, he would never remember to draw a nose.

"How can you have such a small brother?"

Ji Liang took a piece of cake and took a bite. He looked at me and asked casually. I looked at him for a while, but he didn't seem like the kind of person who would be interested in other people's affairs.

Noticing that I was looking at him, Ji Liang smiled. "What, do you still feel bad eating a piece of bread from you?"

I bent my head, folded the picture, and answered his last question.

My mother is not my real mother, but she has been with me since childhood. As for my birth mother, I don't remember. Dad often told me not to hate her because she gave me a unique sense of smell.

Not long ago, my father's small factory went bankrupt, and he even owed me an astronomical amount of usury.