These are naturally not Qin Nuo's habits, but just the daily habits of model Li Xiaoming.

The father who was reading the newspaper suddenly became very angry and shouted, "You little bastard, do you think I'm nothing?"

Qin Nuo ignored him.

In the notes, Li Xiaoming was full of malice towards his father and never even called him father. As for why, he did not say.

Of course Qin Nuo wouldn't shout, and didn't even look at him.

The mother came out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron around her waist. Seeing her son coming back, a smile suddenly appeared on her icy face: "You're back. Go wash your hands first. Mom cut some fruit for you."

"After you finish eating the fruit, go do your homework. Mom will help you boil water. When it's almost done, you can take a bath."

The mother said with a smile, as if she would always help Li Xiaoming plan what to do next, and he must obey her instructions.

Qin Nuo was used to this strong desire for control. He responded and went into the bathroom.

When I came out after washing my hands, there was a plate of fruit on the table.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a normal fruit. Qin Nuo picked up a piece with a toothpick and put it into his mouth. After taking two perfunctory bites, he made a delicious expression: "The fruit is really delicious."

The mother stood aside and said with a smile: "As long as you like it, I'm glad. By the way, have you eaten your lunch box from school? Take it out and I'll wash it for you."

Qin Nuo took out the lunch box from his schoolbag and handed it over.

Mother took the lunch box and went into the kitchen with a smile.

However, he soon came out again and sat back next to Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo was confused when his mother put the empty lunch box on the table, squinted her eyes, and asked with a smile, but her smile was a little more terrifying.

"Son, you didn't eat the lunch box, did you?"