(Chapter 3)
It’s dark, and Uncle Ma has to treat us to dinner.
It’s hard to resist the hospitality. It seems that it is not allowed not to eat. Uncle Ma is so enthusiastic.
Whether I eat it or not, it all depends on my mouth.
But how do you eat this food? Not to mention the food cooked by Uncle Ma, just looking at the dark pot top and those thick black hands in Uncle Ma’s house will make me vomit!
I glanced at my brother, meaning, brother, let’s find an excuse to leave?
Unexpectedly, my brother was so generous. He didn't even wash his hands when he entered the house. He wiped them, grabbed the noodles made by Uncle Ma and ate them in big gulps.
Look, my brother’s food is so delicious!
Seeing this, I almost laughed out loud.
Is my brother really that hungry? I really blush for my brother.
When Uncle Ma saw that I was not moving, he said, "Yingzi, you are a heretic! Eat it quickly!"
I was wondering whether I should eat it or not. It really made me embarrassed.
If you don’t want to eat, let’s go. I’m afraid that Uncle Ma will be angry. Let’s eat. I really can’t eat it.
"Why don't you eat it? Uncle Ma's rice is not poison!" Uncle Ma pretended to be angry and stretched out his hand to tear off the noodles and give them to me.
I hurriedly grabbed the noodle cake and said, "Uncle, I will eat it, I will eat it!"
He saw me picking up the noodle cake and smiled, "That's right, there is nothing to be embarrassed about when you come here, it's okay." Well done to you!" He rubbed his big hands unnaturally.
In the end, I put the pancake on the plate and declined: "Uncle, I, I'm not hungry."
"After working for a long time, when it's time to eat, you're not hungry? How can you not be hungry? You're like this Girl, are you a heretic, or are you? "Uncle Ma is really a little anxious.
I stood awkwardly under the edge of the kang, in a dilemma.
Uncle Ma passed the chopsticks and then the bowl.
Helpless, I pulled the edge of the kang with my hands and reluctantly sat on it.
Brother looked at me while eating noodles. Damn brother, why are you looking at me like this? I feel dizzy. I feel so flustered and my face is so hot. I don’t know how red it is. I lower my head and don’t dare to look at him. .
How could Uncle Ma know my thoughts?
"Are you still waiting for me to get it for you?" Uncle Ma complained to me while going to get the noodles on the plate again.
It seemed that it was really impossible not to eat, so I quickly said: "Uncle, I will do it myself!"
This meal, no matter whether it was dirty or not, I thought in my heart, it would be difficult to swallow it.
I took a small spoonful of egg soup, tore off a small piece of dough, and slowly put it into my mouth like it was used as medicine. Finally, Uncle Ma smiled and kept looking at me.
I really regret it, I shouldn’t have come this half-day, but, alas.
I am so tired. I have never been this tired in my entire life.
I dragged my exhausted body home with my brother. The journey was very boring.
At this time, the sky was already full of stars. The star above my house was so bright, hum! Stupidly bright!
(see Chapter 4)
