The younger sister's expression was a little confused, but Meng Fei winked at her.
younger sister:"???"
Meng Fei: "You're an idiot. Didn't I promise you?"
The younger sister's eyes slowly opened wide, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up, and she looked at Meng Fei like there were little stars in her eyes.
Meng Fei stroked her hair and said, "Hurry up and serve the food."
My sister nodded repeatedly and trotted to serve the food.
The hot vegetable bowl was held in her hands, but my sister seemed unconscious.
Meng Fei took it, frowned, and threw the bowl away, landing firmly on the dining table.
"Mom, what is this? What is this?!"
"Cun Jin? It seems to be Cun Jin! Awesome!"
"Am I really still in the real world? Really?"
Meng Fei threw the bowl on the table and quickly blew his hands.
"Oh, my mother, my hands are almost burning!"
When my sister heard this, she ran out and took a closer look at Meng Fei's hands.
Meng Fei's hands have distinct joints, are slender and slender, and are so pale that the blood vessels are clearly visible. The green and black blood vessels are like plant roots, spread thinly across the palm of his hand.
At this time, the palms and fingertips were slightly red, showing a beautiful pink color.
The younger sister looked at Meng Fei's palm. Her small rough fingers touched Meng Fei's palm. She suddenly raised her head and told Meng Fei seriously.
"Brother, your palm prints are twisted. You are very worried about your life."
Meng Fei was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and touched his sister's head.
"Yeah?"
My sister accepted Meng Fei's touch and suddenly said: "If you don't like the person who worries you, I can..."
My sister stopped talking mid-sentence. She seemed to be thinking about how to say it.
Meng Fei was happy and said, "I have no one to worry about."
My sister was stunned for a moment.
Meng Fei said: "My parents don't want me anymore. Everyone else is living well, so I don't need to worry."
"You are so old, why are you still so feudal and superstitious?"
My sister looked at Meng Fei blankly, her voice was very small, she said:
"Has my brother been abandoned? By his parents?"
Meng Fei: "Yeah."
There were signs of confusion on the younger sister's face. She grabbed Meng Fei's hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Meng Fei: "It doesn't matter."
But my sister's tears fell down, and she said seriously:
"sorry."
Meng Fei: "It doesn't matter, fart, it will stink you to death."
Sister: "...Hahaha."
Meng Fei raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of horror: "My dear mother, why are you so happy?"
My sister shook her head quickly, then ran into the kitchen and continued serving food.
The mother glanced at her sister calmly and said nothing.
The food was served, and my mother greeted everyone to eat.
Dad and grandpa seemed not to hear and continued to maintain their posture.
Grandma was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony, rocking her rocking chair, holding a milk bottle in her withered hand, coaxing the little golden retriever to feed.
It seemed that for a moment, the only sound left in the room was the sound of the puppy sucking milk.
Meng Fei and his sister were already seated.
Tonight's meal was pretty good, including rice, hot and sour shredded potatoes, kelp and ribs soup, scrambled eggs with chili, and cold spinach.
The aroma is delicious.
Meng Fei rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to start eating.
But my sister grabbed Meng Fei's clothes.
Meng Fei looked over and his sister shook her head gently.
Meng Fei: "...I will listen to you."
Meng Fei also sat and waited. Waiting was boring, so Meng Fei played with his sister's little hand.
These hands are not like the hands of a little girl, but more like the hands of a person who has been working for many years.
Rough and calloused.
Meng Fei accidentally saw his sister's bare feet, and then looked at his own feet.
Meng Fei: It seems a bit smelly. It’s definitely not my feet, but my sister’s.
Meng Fei shook his head and looked around, wanting to see if there were any suitable shoes that he could fit into.
Mother sat opposite Meng Fei. She looked at Meng Fei and her sister with heavy eyes and never spoke.
After half an hour, grandma slowly walked from the balcony to the dining table. She held the little golden retriever in her arms, glanced at the food on the table critically, and then shouted:
"Son, old man, come over for dinner!"
Only then did Dad and Grandpa move. They walked to the dining table and didn't move.
Grandma said angrily: "The seat is wrong! You little bitch, how dare you sit here!"
My sister was so excited that she was about to get off the chair.
Grandma slapped my sister hard on the face and slapped her directly under the table!
The little girl rolled half a circle on the ground, like a wild dog that no one wanted. She climbed up with her tail between her legs and sat down in another seat.
Meng Fei looked at the six-seat dining table.
There is one chair at each end and two chairs on each side. Grandma is sitting on the chair far away from the kitchen door. Grandma is sitting on her left and right with Grandpa and Dad. Mom is sitting next to Dad, while my sister is sitting on the single chair closest to the kitchen door.
Next to Meng Fei is Grandpa.
Good guy, for a family of six, even the seats are prioritized.
My sister's face was red from being slapped. She sat on the chair with her neck hunched, not daring to look at anyone else.
Grandma sat like the head of the family, while grandpa and dad brought her vegetables from time to time.
Mom ate the rice in silence, not even a bite of vegetables.
The same goes for my sister.
Meng Fei saw that they were all starting to eat, so he started eating too. The ribs were stewed very fragrantly, but Meng Fei only ate shredded potatoes, green peppers, and spinach.
While grandma was eating, she spotted Meng Fei and asked, "Why don't you eat meat?"
Meng Fei didn't even blink, "I've been constipated recently. I can't poop after eating meat."
family:"......"
Grandma's expression twisted, and she said coldly: "We are eating, why are we talking about these dirty things?"
"Also, my dear, is the dish you cooked today too salty? Do you dislike my old lady? Do you wish I would die early?"
Grandma pointed the finger at mother.
Mom was silent for a moment, put down the bowl and chopsticks, slapped herself hard, and said with a low eyebrow:
"Mom, I'm sorry, I will change it next time."
Grandma sneered and said, "What did you say?"
Mom slapped herself hard again and continued to apologize.
Grandma sneered: "It's obvious that you're apologizing, but actually you wish I'd die early, right?"
"No, how could I think so? I will still honor you for the rest of my life. You will definitely live a long life." Mom said with a low eyebrow.
Grandma was then satisfied. She looked at her sister who was silently cooking rice, suddenly slammed the table, picked up the bowl in her hand, threw it at her sister, and screamed:
"Eat, eat, eat! Just eat! You lose money! Why don't you just die!"
Dad and grandpa were like deaf-mute patients who had become blind by the way. They didn't react at all.
