Juliana Lancaster didn't understand her daughter's thoughts. Seeing her eating the New Year's Eve dinner as if taking medicine, she couldn't help but curiously ask, "Sophia, doesn't mom's cooking taste good?"
Sophia Hamilton snapped back to attention, curling her lips slightly, "No, it's quite good, I'm just not very hungry."
"Saying you're not hungry." Hearing this, Juliana couldn't help but tease, "Look at you, working overtime every day, not eating on time, and now you're so skinny. Your baby face used to be so pretty! And now, you look like a stick!"
"Mom, what do you know? This is the trend now! Haven't you seen? The celebrities on TV all have this face shape." Sophia said with a smile, but Juliana wasn't very agreeable, pursed her lips, and put a braised shrimp into Sophia's bowl, saying, "Just because it's trendy doesn't mean it looks good. These sharp faces are so overdone they're tiring to look at!"
