C8 Go Back to Your Homes and Find Your Mothers

Mrs. Bao continued to scoop dishes of food into Fan Shuang and her sister's bowls. It was so full of fish and meat that people couldn't help but be shocked by her enthusiasm.

Fan Shuang actually wasn't very hungry. He had already eaten a bowl of rice before he went downstairs. Ever since he left the house, he had never experienced such a warm and harmonious scene. He was deeply touched. She also felt guilty for her sister. She had a cold, callous, and indifferent attitude, but she still couldn't change Auntie Bao's enthusiasm. If it was anyone else, they would think that this person did not know how to appreciate favors and was arrogant. However, things were not as she had imagined. Her sister did not say a word, and she even pretended as if nothing had happened. Other than feeling like she had no other ideas with her, everything was normal.

Huang Xuanzhi, the boy who just opened the door for him, complained, "Mom, they are all older than us, are they eating lunch? I'm afraid their bowls are too small to hold. "

Auntie Bao glanced at him and started to scold him, "Student Huang, there's a guest here today, but you still can't control your mouth. Eat your food. There's so many dishes, is it still not enough for you to eat?"

Fan Shuang was afraid that Auntie Bao would angrily beat up the child, so she hurriedly advised, "Auntie, he's right. Everyone mind your own business, don't be so polite."

Auntie Bao continued to blabber, "When I cook, all you know is that you're ready to eat. What do you know? "I'll let you guys go to school if you want to eat, but I won't even let you do housework. It's really a young master."

Scholars Huang looked wronged, as if he had a lot of anger in his heart, but there was no way to refute back, dejectedly eating his own food.

Fan Shuang did not dare to persuade them from the side. It would not be good for the children, and she was afraid that a simple matter would cause them to misunderstand. She picked up the bowls and chopsticks and began to eat them slowly.

Auntie Bao smiled apologetically, "Don't joke around, I'm just not very sensible. By the way, Little Fan, how old are you to teach Auntie to cook Boiled Fish or something next time? I wonder how old are you when you start to cook?" You actually did it so well. "

Fan Shuang felt a little pride and pride in his heart. He laughed dryly and said, "It's actually very simple. Next time, I will personally demonstrate it. As for when I started cooking, I can't remember.

Her younger sister ate her own food slowly, pretending not to hear the two of them talking. She also saw them as air and took pity on them.

"Did you hear that? You all were born unlucky, so learn more about little brother Fan …"

"Brother? Isn't he a bit too old? " At this moment, Huang Yang blurted out his thoughts. It was unknown if he was deliberately going against Fan Shuang or if he was just being straightforward, but his actions had attracted the laughter of his brothers and sisters.

Auntie Bao rolled her eyes at her. "He's no older than you guys by more than ten years. If he isn't big brother, then what is he?"

"Mom, you're OUT. Now that he's 2 years old and there's a generation gap, he should be at least 30 years old. Who knows how many gaps there are between us. It's not uncle but big brother, it's a little strange, right?" Fan Shuang pretended not to hear Huang Yang's words, but this was their first impression in their hearts. They were somewhat disappointed and in a difficult situation.

Grandma Bao's voice began to sound louder as she defended Fan Shuang, "Based on what you guys have said, I'm not qualified to be a mother, right?" Then what are you reading? It's not going to stop you from eating. Kids are getting more and more uneducated these days. "

Huang Yang made a face and stuck out his tongue. He was really afraid that his grumpy mother would chase him and his big brother out. From then on, he would be like Fan Shuang, roaming back and forth for his livelihood.

After Grandma Bao had taught the two children a lesson, she was afraid that Fan Shuang would be provoked by her words, so she kept urging him to eat with warm and polite words.

These warm and ordinary words made Fan Shuang feel regret and shame. He said, "I rarely eat meat. I usually only eat vegetables and only like the pleasure of cooking. Besides..." "Say more …"

"Besides, the food is going to get cold. You look like a man, why are you hesitating when eating? You are so delicate and refined, this point can't even be compared to your sister." If you don't eat meat, it's no wonder your body is so thin. "

Fan Shuang comforted herself with self-deprecation, "I may be thin, but I have muscles. The heat of a big fish and a big meat is too high. Aren't they all in the habit of taking care of their health, abstaining from high calorie and high fat dishes?"

The younger sister only felt it was funny, almost to the point of spitting food. Even the two children secretly giggled.

Grandma Bao couldn't help but say, "Then what do you usually do? Why don't you go out, eat and walk around casually, stay in your room, and even eat vegetables? Why don't you go to the temple and become a monk?"

Fan Shuang found it funny as well. He was no different from a monk with a clear heart and few desires. There were countless monks driving BMW, bungee jumping, karaoke, and internet cafes. Compared to him, there were a lot of monks." As for me, I just don't have enough qualifications or education. Otherwise, I would really want to leave home, eat and recite Buddhist chants, and wouldn't have to worry about the pressure in my life.

"Hey!" You're really conceited. Then what is your education, you have to do something, right? It won't be any kind of indecent work, but don't implicate me? " After saying that, a look of fear appeared on Grandma Bao's face. Actually, she was trying to scare Fan Shuang.

"I didn't do anything. Writing, coding, my life is very regular and careful. I won't do anything illegal. Auntie, don't worry. I might look ugly, but my guts aren't as big as they think …"

"Wow, I didn't see that we have a writer here?" What novel have you written? "What type?" City or affection? Is it a fantasy or a teleportation? " Huang Yang and Huang Xuehui asked curiously.

Even his sister could not help but turn her head to look at him, feeling incredulous. She also wanted to see if Fan Shuang was bragging.

Fan Shuang said sincerely, "I've never had a girlfriend before. My EQ is very low, so how can I write urban novels? Even if I imagined it, the things I wrote felt fake. As for transmigration, I hate it the most. I've only written some beautiful and beautiful martial arts novels. It's not done yet, so …"

"Oh …" The two children were very disappointed. It seemed like they had no interest in Fan Shuang's director at all. They once again began to eat their food seriously.

On the other hand, Grandma Bao encouraged Fan Shuang, "Little Fan, don't be discouraged. I believe that one day, you will succeed with your hard work and gain everyone's approval."

Fan Shuang laughed. "Don't tell me that gold will always shine, and believe that your hard work will be recognized by the world. These words are all lies. The reason why I am pessimistic is perhaps because I enjoy watching things that I like to do. It is enough..."

Upon hearing these words, what used to be a form of flogging, encouraging, and supporting, was Fan Shuang's voice getting softer and softer, as if everyone's idle chatter had touched upon the deepest sorrow in his heart. In an instant, the entire room became as silent as ashes.

Fan Shuang subconsciously scooped up the rice in his bowl. Although he looked like he wasn't affected by anything, but his heart was actually the most vulnerable. He had always been bearing the burden of being humble and bitter.

As for the Huang siblings, they would steal glances at him from time to time, and their gazes were filled with ridicule and cold laughter.

Fan Shuang did not like being looked at with such a strange gaze, as if he was looking at a strange and fresh monster. He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and with a wooden face, he gently placed it on the table. Then he stood up and apologetically said to Auntie Bao, "I'm sorry, Auntie.

Without looking back, Fan Shuang turned and rushed out of Auntie Bao's house. As everyone dispersed, they went back to their own homes, each looking for their own mom. Fan Shuang did not have a mother here, but he had his safest haven. He was impulsive and did not care about the consequences. He was such a man with a lot of face.

Grandma Bao originally wanted to stop him, but she didn't expect that her unintentional words would deeply hurt his fragile and sensitive heart, and hurt his self-esteem. She felt sorrowful and regretful in her heart.

"A grown man is actually even more cowardly than his sister. He even has a better face and has a weird temper. He's always ready to …" Huang Xueguo blurted out.

Auntie Bao shouted at him, "Eat your food. It'll be great if you expose it in front of so many people." He was also afraid that his sister would feel uncomfortable so he smiled and said, "You must have seen the joke today. Go back and comfort him. I hope he doesn't misunderstand our aunt. In the future, we will be in a stalemate and feel awkward."

"I will, Auntie. Don't you worry about me?" "Yes," Sister Yi answered softly, but in her heart she felt Fan Shuang's strangeness was too much to think about with common sense.

Auntie Bao seemed to be a lot more relieved as she urged everyone to eat.