As Ling Xi said, I hate the Fang family from the bottom of my heart.
Whether it’s my mother Fang Wenxuan or her family.
In my opinion, the friendship back then had ended abruptly when "that incident" happened.
The two families are clearly separated and have no contact with each other until death.
And they did.
But now, I can't understand this meaningless meeting, and even find it extremely ridiculous.
What does it mean?
Are you asking me to come over and show off the Fang family’s current status in Zhongzhou?
Or take the opportunity of eating to humiliate our Su family again?
Humiliating that useless man my dad, even begging her on his knees, still failed to retain her determination to run away with someone else?
The scene that year, when she decisively walked out of the courtyard gate, was like a thorn that pierced my flesh.
Like tarsal maggots, they cannot be wiped out.
As a seven-year-old child, I was held by my grandma. I stood under the eaves and cried loudly, reaching out to her.
I want her to hug me, I want her to turn around.
I cried so hard that I could hardly breathe.
She didn't even look at me, forcefully dragging Su Tongyuan, who was unwilling to leave, and disappeared from my world.
Bastard, bastard, these are extremely humiliating words that I have heard since childhood.
When I was a little more sensible, in elementary school, I was bullied and got into fights every day because of this.
The injustice I suffered and the sin I suffered, even when I think about it now, I have the urge to cry.
I am not as generous as my dad, nor am I a Buddhist reciter like my grandma.
I care about everything and have clear grudges.
Not to mention the aunt who was the best to me, even if all the Fang family members came, I didn’t want to take another look at her.
"We're all here, let's just have a meal." Lingxi said, "Tong Yuan is waiting for us inside."
"Master." I couldn't help but said angrily: "This is my family matter. I have a knot in my heart and I can't be generous."
"A manly man, don't be so petty." Lingxi shook her cell phone and said, "Besides, I only see Fang Wenyan alone."
"Didn't you just say that she was the best to you when you were a child?"
"I believe she means no harm."
Lingxi persuaded me: "Just give face to your sister and face to the master, okay?"
I covered my forehead and sighed helplessly.
Lingxi has said this, what else can I do?
Are you really going to argue with her about who wins and who loses?
"Let's go, let's go." Lingxi opened the door and got out of the car, urging me: "We just want to eat and don't care about anything else."
I was pulled by Lingxi and reluctantly walked to the private restaurant.
"Box No. 001." Lingxi looked at the text message from Su Tongyuan and said, "This restaurant is well-known in the Zhongzhou food circle. You have to book it at least twenty days in advance, otherwise you won't be able to get a seat."
“Their braised crab meat lion’s head and double-skinned saury are delicious. You can eat more later.”
"Yes, there is also a unique pastry, honeysuckle cake. Each guest is limited to one piece. It's so delicious."
Lingxi deliberately tried to calm my depressed mood, giggling and saying, "You can hang an oil pot on your mouth, can you raise it any further?"
I was teased by Lingxi so much that I wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed, so I simply walked up to her and said, "This time I am giving face to the master."
"Well, you're good." Lingxi said with great satisfaction from the back: "Then there will be a reward when you go home. Thank you for the face you gave me, Master."
"What reward?" I was curious and couldn't help but think of the last time Lingxi fried poached eggs in the kitchen. I suddenly felt cold and said, "First, let's talk about it first, except for the fried eggs."
