fried rice
Although Shao Linyin didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he had a serious case of being a rich young master.
He is picky, difficult to please, and has a delicate stomach. Although he is the only one who serves him.
Just like now, he was obviously very hungry, but because he was tired and in pain, he had no appetite at all.
As soon as he entered the house, he put the fried rice on the table. He looked at the child who had taken off his shoes and was standing barefoot beside him and asked, "Have you had dinner?"
The child huddled by the door and rummaged through the big bag, pulling out a bun carefully wrapped in a plastic bag. Shao Linyin recognized at a glance that it was the bun given to him in the morning.
The child was about to take something out of the plastic bag and put it in his mouth when Shao Liyin went over and grabbed it, along with the plastic bag, and threw it into the trash can beside the small table. He also pushed the fried rice on the table towards him and said, "Eat this. It's so hot now, and the buns from this morning have been spoiled by now. You'll get sick if you eat them later."
The child's eyes were still on the bun in the trash can. Shao Linyin shook her head helplessly, and without caring whether he ate it or not, she turned around and began to take off her clothes.
The wound on my shoulder was really painful, so it was a little difficult to take off my clothes. Later, I could only take off my left arm first, then get my head out of the collar, and finally slowly lift the clothes on my right shoulder with my hand and pull my right arm out.
After taking off his clothes, he quickly took off his pants, threw them into a basin, sprinkled some detergent on them, and soaked them. Then he went into the bathroom and started taking a shower.
Shao Liyin’s favorite time of the day is taking a shower.
When he takes a shower, he always stands under the shower head, closes his eyes and stays in the water for three minutes.
Do nothing, think nothing, just let the water pour down. It poured over me, sliding down my muscles and bones, dropping to the ground and finally flowing into the drain. Along with it, it carried away not only the dust but also the exhaustion of the day.
After taking a shower, he would turn off the shower head first, then apply shower gel and shampoo, so as to save a little water.
After the shower gel is evenly applied and the hair is scrubbed thoroughly, turn on the shower to rinse off the foam.
When I came out again, my fatigue was reduced by two-thirds, and I felt much more refreshed.
After wiping off the water stains and changing into clean underwear, I came out of the bathroom. The first thing I did after taking a shower was to scrub and wash the clothes I took off.
When he came out, he saw that the basin where the clothes were soaked was empty. The clothes and pants were hanging on the hangers, and the hangers were hanging on the plastic hooks on the wall, and water was dripping down.
He raised his head and looked at the child standing beside him.
The child looked up at him and whispered, "I can't reach it. I can't hang it up."
Shao Linyin knew that he was talking about the clothesline hanging on the balcony.
Shao Liyin is tall, 1.83 meters, and usually he can just stand on the plastic stool and tiptoe to hang up, so he didn't buy the pole.
He went to the room, brought the small stool over, stood on it and hung up the clothes. As he hung them, he said, "You don't have to do this. I didn't bring you in to do anything."
After hanging up the clothes, he wiped them with a rag and put the stool next to the small table. Looking at the untouched fried rice on the table, he turned to look at the child: "Why haven't you eaten yet?"
The child stood barefoot by, one foot stepping on the other foot's instep: "The bun is not bad, I can eat it."
Shao Linyin frowned when he heard this and looked towards the trash can. Sure enough, the bun was gone.
He looked up and said, "You..." He didn't know what to say for a moment.
He didn't seem to have any right to say anything about him.
Finally, he could only let out a sigh: "Don't do this again in the future. It's not good to always eat bad things. You will get sick. Eat this."
The child stood there motionless, and he thought he was embarrassed to be watching the child. He turned around and walked to the bedside, tidying up the books that were scattered on the bedside.
He has never been to school, but his mother taught him to read. In addition, he is also very smart. He took the self-study college diploma two years ago and just got his diploma. Recently, he is considering taking the self-study undergraduate diploma.
The house is only about ten square meters in total, with a bed, a cloth wardrobe, a small refrigerator, and a small square table, leaving only some space for sleeping.
Before, I always sat on a plastic stool and wrote on the table, with books piled at the head of the bed.
I haven't read much lately because I was rushing to finish this ladder, so the scattered books look a bit messy when piled up.
When he had tidied everything, the child was still standing there motionless.
"Why? Don't you like it?"
The child shook his head, was silent for a moment, then looked up, his eyes moved from his shoulder to his face, and then he said, "You haven't eaten yet."
Shao Linyin paused and looked at the child.
There was always a determination in the child's eyes, just like when he was downstairs just now. The child always seemed to have an inexplicable confidence, as if he knew he would be brought up.
Just like now, it seemed that if he didn't eat, he definitely wouldn't eat. And this little brat was certain that he would eat.
Shao Linyin felt a little helpless. It seemed as if he was still being manipulated by this kid.
He sat down, tore off the lid of the fast food box, took out two mouthfuls of fried rice, and pushed the rest over: "Eat it."
He rummaged around the house for a long time, found a small iron spoon, washed it, and started eating.
The child still ate in the same polite manner, eating only half a portion of fried rice with sacredness and dignity. In the end, as usual, he ate up all the rice grains, egg drops and chopped green onions on the lunch box.
Shao Liyin looked at him and asked, "Have you eaten lunch?"
The child looked up at him and then nodded.
"What did you eat?" Shao Linyin asked.
The child hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Eggs."
"The one I bought this morning?"
The child stopped talking.
Shao Linyin didn't know what to say. He had one bun for the morning, an egg for lunch, and one bun left for dinner.
If he doesn’t buy it for him in the morning, will he be hungry all day?
He suddenly remembered himself six years ago. How did he survive back then? He seemed to have a hard time remembering.
Seeing his face darken and he remained silent, the child thought he was going to kick him out again, so he hurriedly said, "Don't worry about my food. I just need a place to stay. I can support myself."
As if afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she pointed to a large bag beside her and said, "This bag of bottles can be sold for fifteen yuan. Fifteen yuan can be enough for me to live on for several days, and then I can go pick up more tomorrow. I can save money too."
"Do you know how much this fried rice costs?"
"Huh?" The child didn't expect him to ask this out of the blue. Then, remembering that he had to pay for meals, he suddenly became nervous and blushed. "Well, I... is fifteen enough? I'll sell the bottle and pay you back tomorrow..."
He had no idea how much this fried rice cost, and he had never bought such a simple fried rice before.
"Do you know how much each of the buns you eat costs?"
The child's nervousness suddenly turned into the aggressive vigilance of last night.
He quickly stood up, leaned against the door, grabbed the bolt and blocked the door. Then he looked up at Shao Linyin, his eyes full of vigilance and determination, as if he was going to block the door with his body, and if anyone wanted to open the door, they would have to beat him up.
"I don't know, but as long as you keep me, I will definitely pay you back. I can not only pick up bottles, I can also wash dishes in restaurants and distribute flyers.
I just caught a cold a few days ago, so the restaurant wouldn't let me go. I'm fine now, and I'll pay you back once I find a job.
include……"
He paused, tears welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held back the tears from falling: "Including that little cake."
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