After the mother sat down, a little girl in a white floral dress ran out from the bedroom corridor.
This is Li Xiaoming’s younger sister, named Li Xiaodie.
In the notes, Li Xiaoming's attitude towards Xiaomei was also disgust, but Xiaomei did not describe him in detail.
Pulling out a chair, she sat down next to Qin Nuo, picked up the knife and fork obediently, turned her head and smiled sweetly at Qin Nuo: "Brother, Xiaodie finished her homework on time tonight!"
Qin Nuo felt a little confused.
When you finish your homework, shouldn’t you tell your parents about it?
Could it be that Li Xiaoming was also responsible for supervising her to complete her homework? This was unlikely.
"Oh, and then?" Qin Nuo asked in a cold tone, without changing his expression, picking up one of the dishes containing the toothpick-like meat.
It looked very good, but when he put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was very chewy and sour. Qin Nuo couldn't tell what kind of meat it was.
In fact, if given a choice, Qin Nuo really didn't want to touch any dish on the table, even if it looked normal.
But for the sake of acting, Qin Nuo still tried it.
After eating a piece of meat, Qin Nuo felt very uncomfortable and even nauseous, perhaps due to psychological effects. In the following dishes, he cleverly avoided meat and only picked up some vegetables to put in his own bowl.
"Brother, I don't quite understand a few questions. Can you come to my room later and teach me?" Li Xiaodie didn't care about Qin Nuo's cold face, and still asked with a smile, as if she really liked sticking to her brother.
Qin Nuo frowned.
Just as she was about to speak, her mother, picking up some food, spoke first: "Do your own questions yourself, don't bother your brother."
As he spoke, he glanced at Li Xiaodie with a cold look in his eyes.
Li Xiaodie stuck out her tongue, said nothing, and continued to eat the rice in the bowl.
The mother picked up a dish, stood up and leaned over to Qin Nuo, pushed the dish into Qin Nuo's bowl with chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Try this dish, it's your favorite. You must be very tired at school, so mom made this especially for you!"
This looks like a plate of mapo tofu topped with chopped green onions, which looks delicious and appetizing.
But Qin Nuo poked the tofu with chopsticks. It looked fresh and tender, as if it would melt in his mouth. But he always felt that this tofu was not the kind of tofu he imagined.
Qin Nuo swallowed and didn't really want to eat.
"What's wrong? This is your favorite dish. Don't you like it? This is not like you normally." The mother looked at Qin Nuo with a smile, and her words were full of doting. It seemed that she would not sit back and pick up her chopsticks unless Qin Nuo ate.
Qin Nuo had no choice but to shovel a piece of food mixed with rice into his mouth.
The beans were indeed very fresh and tender, just like double skin milk, with a very good taste, but it didn't taste like tofu, which was very strange, and Qin Nuo couldn't explain it.
Only after seeing Qin Nuo swallow it did his mother smile with satisfaction and sit back.
Li Xiaoqiu on the opposite side watched with anger in his eyes. The fork in his mouth turned into iron slag, which made a crunching sound when he chewed it between his teeth.
Qin Nuo couldn't help but glance at his mother.
I found that she only had eyes for me, and her eyes were full of doting.
Why does this mother only dote on Li Xiaoming? Is she a little partial?
Qin Nuo, the criminal, murmured.
At the table, the meal was weird and awkward.
After taking a bite of food, the father gulped down a bottle of bright red wine, then looked at his wife murderously.
His wife stared at Qin Nuo without blinking, and from time to time she picked up some food and put it into his bowl, her eyes full of motherly love.
The second son stared at his eldest brother as if he were an enemy.
The younger sister clung to Qin Nuo like a plaster, desperately longing for the love of her older brother.
After the meal, Qin Nuo didn't know what he had eaten. He just symbolically put a small piece of whatever his mother picked up into his mouth.
After the dinner, my father dragged his chair back to the dark corner, took out a new newspaper from the drawer, and continued to read the newspaper while covering his face.
The mother cleared the dishes from the dining table and told Qin Nuo, "The water is already boiling. After you take a shower, go back to your room and finish your homework. Got it?"
As he said that, he carried the dishes and walked into the kitchen.
Li Xiaoqiu ran back to his room without saying a word.
Li Xiaodie jumped off the chair, went to the living room, picked up the textbook, tilted her head and asked, "Brother, can't you really teach me?"
Qin Nuo showed an impatient look and said, "I said, I'm busy, get out!"
There was no look of loss on Li Xiaodie's face. She said "Okay" lightly and returned to her room.
"Congratulations to the player for completing the role-playing standard at the dinner table, increasing their role-playing ability by 7%!"
Qin Nuo adjusted his glasses and thought to himself, "It doesn't seem difficult to figure out what kind of image I am playing to the people around me and gain the degree of acting."
Qin Nuo didn't care how bad the family conflict was. It was enough for him to play the role of Li Xiaoming well and become a member of the family without being noticed by them.
Li Xiaoming obeys his mother's words.
So Qin Nuo returned to the room, found his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
The door of the dormitory opposite opened again.
Li Xiaodie stood at the door and saw that Qin Nuo had not closed the door. She asked, "Brother, can I come in?"
"Don't come in, or I'll break your legs." Qin Nuo scolded without turning his head.
After hearing this, Li Xiaodie could only stand at the door and said with a smile: "Brother, are you going to take a shower? You really listen to mom."
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