Chapter 193 So you only became friends with them because you wanted to go to their new house to play? ...

Downstairs from Bai Guigui's apartment is a narrow cement road. The road surface is damaged and cracked in many places. In some places, cement blocks are raised, and in other places, cement blocks have disappeared, forming potholes of various sizes. Household sewage from roadside shops is dumped indiscriminately, and water accumulates in the cracks and potholes, resulting in potholes everywhere on the road.

The puddles were alright, they were relatively easy to see. But those covered with cement were dangerous; if you weren't careful, one step and the sewage would splash three feet high, ruining not only your shoes but also your clothes. An Fusheng walked very carefully.

To everyone's surprise, as Wen Xinglin came out of the building, he skipped and hopped along without even glancing at the puddles on the road. An Fusheng watched as he was about to step into one of the puddles and pulled him up, saying, "There are puddles on the ground, didn't you even look?"

Wen Xinglin: "The lights are too dark, I can't see."

“Any place that reflects light is a puddle,” An Fusheng said. “Even in places that don’t reflect light, you should still be careful to see if there are cracks in the pavement, otherwise the consequences of stepping into one will be much more serious.”

Wen Xinglin immediately became cautious: "I understand."

To maintain uniformity and prevent students from developing a competitive mentality, the school mandated that students wear white shoes. An Fusheng felt that if the school truly wanted uniformity, it should change the rules to black shoes, just look at Wen Xinglin's shoes. His mother washes his shoes every few days, but they keep getting blacker and blacker.

It wasn't just Wen Xinglin; Bai Guigui's shoes were also so black they were almost unrecognizable. An Fusheng was certain that Bai Guigui had carefully avoided all the puddles. Perhaps it was because his parents didn't wash them often. Whatever the reason, black shoes were more suitable for students.

When they arrived, the streetlights weren't on yet, but they are now, and there are more people on the road. An Fusheng carried Wen Xinglin onto the tricycle, which slowly drove through the crowd.

"Big brother, can I be good friends with Gui Gui?" Wen Xinglin asked.

An Fusheng: "Aren't you good friends now?"

Wen Xinglin: "I feel a bit uneasy because Bai Guigui's grandmother bullies my sister, and my sister doesn't like Bai Guigui. If I get together with Bai Guigui, it would be betraying my sister."

An Fusheng said, "If you feel you've betrayed your sister, why are you still with him?"

Wen Xinglin hesitated, "But...we became good friends first."

An Fusheng: "It was his grandma who bullied my sister, not him. If you want to be friends with him, then be friends. My sister won't blame you."

Wen Xinglin asked, "Really?"

An Fusheng: "Didn't Sister Mangmang give you cheese sticks today? If she was angry with you, would she still give you cheese sticks?"

Wen Xinglin suddenly realized: "Then can I be good friends with Gui Gui forever?"

An Fusheng: "You like him that much?"

Wen Xinglin: "Yes, because we all hate Wang Xiaoqi."

An Fusheng: "..."

Wen Xinglin became happy. "Guigui said that when he grows up and buys a new house, he will invite me to his house to play, because his current house is too dirty and he can't even clean it properly."

An Fusheng recalled the scene he had just witnessed at Bai Guigui's house from outside. Clothes were piled everywhere, and shoes were scattered all over the floor. What struck him most was the dining table, which was covered in a thick layer of grease. On top of the grease were bottles and packets of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and various other condiments, all lying haphazardly. In addition to these, there were unwashed pots and pans, and a crumpled, colorless rag filled with bits of food scraps and rice. Even though the kitchen was right behind the dining room, An Fusheng couldn't understand why things that should be in the kitchen were all on the dining table... Even an eight or nine-year-old child would know that this was not a good thing. Are adults really so busy that they don't even have time to clean up?

However, he had no right to interfere in other people's affairs. An Fusheng said, "So you only became friends with them because you wanted to go to the new house to play?"

Wen Xinglin: "(^_^) Hehe!"

An Fusheng: "So if other people have new houses, you'll make friends with them?"

Wen Xinglin snorted, "I don't make friends with others. Gui Gui and I have agreed that we will always be each other's only best friends."

An Fusheng was actually a little envious: "Then you should cherish your one and only friendship."

“Of course,” Wen Xing said.

Finally, they passed through the crowded section of road, and the car gradually picked up speed. An Fusheng focused on driving.

Wen Xinglin started sharing with An Fusheng about how he and his only good friend played together at school, and then he started talking about other classmates.

"Big brother, do you know that Wang Xiaoqi is an idiot? He can't learn to jump rope, and he can't run either. Every time he runs, he slips into other people's lanes. Today in PE class, he even stepped on Ouyang Huanhuan's shoes. Ouyang Huanhuan told the homeroom teacher, and the homeroom teacher said he would criticize him in three days."

An Fusheng asked curiously, "Why wait three days before criticizing?"

Wen Xinglin: "Because Ouyang Huanhuan's complaint limit has been exceeded."

An Fusheng: "Is there still a limit to the number of complaints?"

Wen Xinglin: "Yes, each person can only complain about classmates twice a day. If you exceed that, it will be postponed. Ouyang Huanhuan exceeds the limit every day, so it will be postponed to three days later."

An Fusheng: "Do you still have any credit limit?"

Wen Xinglin: "I only complain twice a day, I haven't exceeded the limit."

This surprised An Fusheng. "Who are you complaining about? Wang Xiaoqi?"

Wen Xinglin: "Yeah, he stole my food and knocked over my water glass. I told him I wouldn't be friends with him, but he keeps following me..."

An Fusheng: "You get reported for following him? If you don't hang out with him, can't he report you too?"

Wen Xinglin: "He can't complain about me because he's always getting complained about, and all his complaints have been deducted by the teacher."

An Fusheng: "..."

Even Wen Xinglin complained twice in one day, so one can only imagine how enthusiastically the other lively students complained. No wonder the homeroom teacher looked tired and helpless and didn't want to say much when he argued with Wang Xiaoqi's mother last time. Being a teacher is really not easy...

...

An Fusheng arrived home just in time for dinner, and planned to eat at home before going to the restaurant.

An Fusheng parked his car in the usual spot and came out of the garage to find the kitchen light on. He could faintly hear the sounds of spatulas and woks clattering together. Who was cooking? Weren't the meals all brought over from the restaurant?

An Fusheng pulled Wen Xinglin toward the kitchen.

"Hey, don't stick your hand out too far. Don't you feel it burning your hand?"

"Oh dear, the spatula went outside the pot. I told you I'd help you practice, but you didn't want to."

"Quick, quick! Give me the spatula, it's going to burn!"

...

It turns out that Ji Fengnian was teaching Wen Xinghe how to cook.

Last winter vacation, Ji Fengnian for some reason said that other blind people can take public transportation, go shopping, and cook independently, and their self-care ability is no different from that of normal people. So he started clamoring for Wen Xinghe to be independent.

While accompanying Wen Xinglin and An Shisi in the hospital, he insisted that Wen Xinghe use his white cane to go to the hospital by himself. However, the tactile paving on the streets outside was severely blocked, and in some places there was no tactile paving at all. In addition, Wen Xinghe was not very skilled at using his white cane, so he inevitably stumbled and bumped along the way. Ji Fengnian was reluctant to let him go, so he would start reminding him when there were obstacles in the distance. As a result, he disrupted Wen Xinghe's rhythm, and Wen Xinghe did not know how to walk. But when Wen Xinghe stopped walking, he became anxious.

And then there's his cooking. Ji Fengnian himself cooks haphazardly, throwing everything into the pot, adding water, stir-frying, and once the ingredients are cooked, he dares to teach others.

An Fusheng walked towards the stove and saw that the pot was indeed a mess, with eggs, tomatoes, and leafy greens scattered everywhere...

Ji Fengnian held the spatula and stirred the mixture continuously.

"I'm usually pretty efficient at preparing ingredients, so why can't I cook?" An Fusheng sighed. "Can't you give the eggs a break before you start cooking?"

"Big brother? You're back?" Ji Fengnian exclaimed in surprise. "I was teaching Xinghe how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

An Fusheng: "Why are there leafy greens in scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

Ji Fengnian: "A balanced diet is important. She can't see, so it's enough to cook one dish at a time. But one dish a day isn't enough for her nutrition, so we can add more ingredients."

An Fusheng: "You've thought of everything so thoroughly, why don't you learn to cook yourself first?"

Ji Fengnian: "...I can make it, although it won't taste as good as yours, but it'll be cooked properly."

An Fusheng: "Don't compare yourself to me, or it will affect our restaurant's business."

Ji Fengnian: "..."

The tomatoes and eggs in the pot were a mess. There were several huge pieces of tomato mixed in, and some were even charred. If they weren't in the pot, he probably would have thought someone had spat them out. An Fusheng turned off the heat and asked Ji Fengnian in a sarcastic tone, "Are you going to eat this?"

Ji Fengnian: "I...I...okay."

Eating this dish would probably require calling an ambulance. An Fusheng picked up the pot and dumped the food, then lifted Wen Xinghe off the stool with one hand and pulled Wen Xinglin up with the other, saying, "Let's go home for dinner."

Ji Fengnian glanced at the dish in the trash can, the ingredients of which were indistinguishable, scratched his head, and followed the other person toward the restaurant.

Hearing the voices, he saw several people enter the living room and asked gloatingly, "Didn't Feng Nian say he would teach Xinghe to cook for us and add dishes to our meals? What did he cook? Why haven't we seen any dishes?"

Ji Fengnian stammered, "It burned, and my older brother threw it away."

Hearing the voice, he laughed loudly, "I told you, with your older brother cooking at home, we can just relax and wait to eat, but you didn't believe me."

Ji Fengnian: "I just wanted to teach Xinghe, but who knew she could never learn it."

Wen Xinghe got angry: "It's clearly you who never lets me touch the pot alone. I don't need you to teach me anymore. I can learn on my own."

Ji Fengnian was repeatedly attacked by An Fusheng and Wen Yusheng, but she didn't expect Wen Xinghe to attack her as well. She got anxious and said, "Isn't it because you don't know where your things are? You just put your hands on the hot pot and put your hands on the flames. If it weren't for me, you would have been injured long ago."

Wen Xinghe: "I'm not familiar with it. I need to touch it to know where things are."

Ji Fengnian: "Didn't I tell you everything?"

Wen Xinghe: "But I can't see it, so I don't know exactly where you're referring to."

Ji Fengnian: "Then you should ask clearly."

"Stop arguing, let's eat. The food will get cold if you keep arguing," Wen Min said. "From now on, you two can each do your own thing. What's wrong with you? You were fine before, but now arguing is as easy as breathing. What's wrong? Are you going through a rebellious phase?"

Ji Fengnian: "...We didn't argue often, just occasionally..."

Wen Min: "Only occasionally, but often occasionally."

Ji Fengnian: "..."

"Alright, alright, let's eat." Lou Lan said, "Let's learn slowly, no need to rush."

The family finally started eating.

...

That evening, as Ji Fengnian was escorting Wen Xinghe back to her room, he passed by An Fusheng's room. An Fusheng heard Ji Fengnian grumbling, "Wen Xinghe, you have no heart. I care about you so much, and you're not even touched, and you even take it out on me."

Wen Xinghe: "You're meddling too much. There's no emotion, only fear of taking action."

Ji Fengnian: "Hmph! Like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart!"

Wen Xinghe: "..."

An Fusheng: "..."

...

Despite their argument, the next morning, An Fusheng discovered that Ji Fengnian had dragged Wen Xinghe out for a run again.

An Fusheng recalled that he had thought Wen Xinglin was not good at studying and thought he would have him learn to cook so that he wouldn't go hungry in the future. But Wen Xinglin's cooking was also a mess. Is cooking really that hard for everyone?

An Fusheng secretly encouraged himself to run the restaurant well so that they would at least have food to eat in the future.

After running, An Fusheng had breakfast and then took the children to school.

Before getting off the bus, An Fusheng handed Wen Xinglin a box of fried dumplings.

Wen Xinglin asked in surprise, "Didn't you say the teacher forbade us to bring them?"

An Fusheng: "Can't you just sneak around like before and not get caught by the teacher? Aren't you hungry?"

Wen Xinglin nodded repeatedly, happily accepting the takeout box. "Thank you, big brother, hehe."

An Fusheng: "Be careful not to let the teacher see you, and your classmates can't either, otherwise they'll complain to the teacher about you."

Wen Xinglin covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly, as if he were doing something wrong.

An Fusheng: "Go ahead, and remember to share any food you find with your friends."

"OK."

Wen Xinglin carefully put the dumpling box in his schoolbag, climbed off the tricycle, and happily ran towards the school gate.

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