Chapter 44 Is it really that hard to swallow?
"You may not care what others say about you, but your mother does. Put yourself in her shoes. If your child was said to be gay, or unable to have children, how would you feel?"
Fu Yanzun frowned slightly. "You're saying I'm gay? That I'm impotent? Don't you know whether I'm gay or not?"
Tang Wan'er chuckled, showing no embarrassment or shame whatsoever from his sarcastic remark.
"What good is it if I know? Others may not know, but you can be incorruptible and ignore everything, while your relatives and friends will definitely gossip about you to your mother!"
Fu Yanzun thought about it and it seemed to make sense. Indeed, it was his lack of filial piety that caused his parents such trouble.
It took him a few seconds to realize that he had been led astray by this little girl again.
"Mind your own business. You should think about yourself instead!"
Tang Wan'er sat on the sofa. After a whole night of tossing and turning, she suddenly felt a little hungry, so she took out her phone app to buy some late-night snacks.
While scrolling through my phone, I saw all sorts of delicious food.
She said, "What do I have to think about? I'm still so young and I'm not afraid of not getting married. Besides, I don't really want to get married. I'm not like you. If I had parents who loved you as much as I do, maybe I would consider marriage and having children for them. It's just a pity that I don't."
Hearing her seemingly nonchalant words, Fu Yanzun felt a pang of heartache for no apparent reason.
The words she said when she answered her father's phone call that day kept flashing through my mind.
He did not like Tang Wan'er's arrogant and domineering personality, but when he thought about what she had gone through, he felt a little sorry for her.
All the dissatisfaction I had towards her vanished instantly.
"You still haven't told me what you're doing here so late at night."
Tang Wan'er looked around and realized that at this time of day, the only options for a late-night snack were probably barbecue and fried chicken.
Plain porridge wasn't enough to satisfy her; she preferred strong-flavored foods.
I wonder if the uncle likes fried chicken. Why not buy some barbecue? That way he can have a little bit of each skewer, and he won't go hungry.
"Uncle, do you like spicy food?"
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The topics seem a bit off-topic.
Fu Yanzun didn't understand for a moment. He wondered what she meant by that. "Why are you asking this?"
"Don't worry about what I'm doing, just answer me."
"I can only eat a little bit, I can't eat too much."
Then let's order everything mildly spicy.
Once you've successfully placed your order, all you have to do is wait for the delivery to arrive.
Tang Wan'er then put away her phone and looked at Fu Yanzun. "Uncle, why are you looking at me so nervously? You don't think I came here this time because I want to do what I did last time, do you? Last time I came to get revenge on my best friend, but this time there doesn't seem to be any plausible reason."
Why did Fu Yanzun find every word he uttered unpleasant to hear? His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, almost enough to trap a fly.
Do we need a lot of reasons to have something like this happen with him?
Is he really that hard to swallow?
"Get to the point."
Tang Wan'er suddenly looked at him pitifully, a stark contrast to her previous attitude. "Uncle, please have pity on me and take me in, okay? I'm homeless..."
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