Ziyi went to the kitchen and looked around, and found a few cans and a three-pound bag of unopened flour. There were no vegetables or anything, but there were eggs and some basic seasonings.
"I can make pulled noodles. Do you like pulled noodles?"
Xue Yuan came to Country M with his father when he was very young. He had no memory of having such a thing as pulled noodles, but he was not picky about food and was content with anything he could eat.
"I can do it, can you really make it?" Xue Yuan walked into the kitchen with a curious look on his face.
Seeing that he was interested, Ziyi said while putting on her apron, "It's very simple. I'll teach you."
The two boys spent an hour in the kitchen and finally made the pulled noodles. It was simple and complicated at the same time, just like the questions they usually solve. It was easy once they understood the principle.
Ziyi opened a can of meat, cut it into small pieces and fried it in oil. The unappetizing canned meat immediately filled the air with fragrance.
This is the first time Xue Yuan has eaten such authentic Chinese noodles, wow.
“This is so delicious.”
Even the canned meat that he usually hated became delicious.
"When you return to China, there will be plenty of delicious food. This is nothing."
Speaking of this, Xue Yuan's eyes darkened, he swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and sighed: "I guess I can't go back."
Ziyi asked, "Why can't you go back? China is now reforming and opening up, and we welcome overseas Chinese to return to support the motherland's development. This is also a great opportunity for you."
Xue Yuan smiled bitterly, "It's not as simple as you think."
Seeing that he looked sad, Ziyi guessed that he might be thinking about something sad. He didn't want to ask any more questions and stopped talking.
Instead, it was Xue Yuan who seemed to have the urge to talk. After waiting for a while, seeing that Ziyi did not ask any more questions, he lost his patience and started talking.
"My mom and I also want to go back to China. My grandparents and uncle are all in China. My mom said that when she and my dad left China, we agreed to go back and pick them up once they got established in Country M."
"But by the time my parents had established themselves here and were able to bring them over, chaos broke out in China again. My parents couldn't go back, and my grandparents and uncle couldn't leave either. There was even the possibility that they would be implicated because of my parents' relationship—"
Xue Yuan's eyes turned red, and he choked up as he continued, "My mother blamed herself very much, thinking she had harmed my grandparents. From then on, she was depressed all day long. Over time, her depression turned into an illness. She saw many doctors but couldn't cure her. She passed away after just a few years."
He still remembers that before his mother passed away, she still regretted abandoning her grandparents. She felt that all the suffering her grandparents had endured in China was because of her and that it was all her fault. She could never let it go.
If he had the chance, he would certainly like to return home. He wanted to visit his grandparents and uncle, and tell them on behalf of his mother that she had never abandoned them and always remembered them, but her ability was limited and she couldn't come back.
"If you have the chance, would you like to return to China?" Ziyi suddenly asked.
Xue Yuan said, "Of course I'd like to. But unfortunately, I guess there won't be such an opportunity anymore."
"Why do you say that?" Ziyi asked.
Xue Yuan pointed towards the door and then towards the window.
"There are two at the door, and you saw the two outside the window." He took a breath. "There are three shifts of four people, watching me 24 hours a day. If I do anything out of the ordinary, they will notice it immediately."
"Why?" Song Ziyi asked.
Xue Yuan put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the Tianchi board. "Because of my dad, they took me as a hostage in order to control my dad."
A simple sentence can express untold sorrow and grief.
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