She not only found it spicy, but also found it particularly delicious.
"Isn't it spicy?" Li Xiaoli asked curiously.
"It's not spicy! It's delicious!" As she spoke, Zhou Xiaoye even picked up a red chili pepper and put it in her mouth.
Li Xiaoli stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "My God, you can eat so much spicy food! Were you from Sichuan in your past life?"
Li Xiaoli said it casually.
But she actually guessed right...
Zhou Xiaoye was trafficked here from Sichuan; she's a genuine Sichuan girl.
Knowing this, Li Weidong specially prepared a Sichuan meal for her.
Seeing her eating with such satisfaction, Li Weidong felt a sense of fulfillment he had never experienced before.
However, after picking up three slices of boiled pork, Zhou Xiaoye stopped eating meat.
He just kept picking at the side dishes inside, like pig's blood and bean sprouts.
Seeing this, Li Xiaoli, who was gnawing on a bone with her mouth full of oil, asked in confusion, "Xiao Ye, why aren't you eating meat? Eat meat, my brother bought a lot."
"I've eaten quite a lot."
Zhou Xiaoye kept his head down, shoveling rice into his bowl.
"How can there be people who don't like to eat meat?" Li Xiaoli tilted her head, puzzled.
But soon, she suddenly remembered something: "Xiao Ye, you're not afraid my mom will scold you, are you? Don't worry, our family isn't that stingy, you can eat as much as you want."
Zhao Xiulian, who was eating, put down her chopsticks and looked at Li Xiaoli with some confusion: "Girl, what's wrong?"
"Mom, let me tell you, their family is really weird. Every time they eat meat at home, they only let her eat three pieces at most. If she eats more, her mother will take a picture of her and scold her for being a ungrateful brat. The meat is not for her to eat; it has to be saved for her two older brothers."
"How can parents be like this!" Zhao Xiulian was furious, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at the thin Zhou Xiaoye.
She picked up a large piece of fatty meat and stuffed it into Zhou Xiaoye's bowl: "Girl, there aren't so many rules in our house. Just eat whatever you want. If you ever crave something, just come to our house. Whatever you want to eat, your auntie will make it for you."
“Yes, my brother and my mom are both really nice.” Li Xiaoli also put a big piece of pork on Zhou Xiaoye’s plate.
Li Weidong was no exception; he put a piece of pork rib into her bowl.
Zhou Xiaoye's bowl was piled high with pork slices, and he felt a mix of emotions.
She envied Li Xiaoli for being able to eat meat so often.
I envy her for having a warm family and loving relatives.
As she thought about it, tears fell into the bowl like beads from a broken string.
Her crying made Li Weidong and Zhao Xiulian feel even more sorry for her.
"Oh, what a wonderful daughter, how could she have such biased parents..."
"Daughter, don't cry. If you ever feel wronged in the future, just come to our house, and Auntie will stand up for you."
...
After lunch, Zhao Xiulian went inside to lie down for a while.
Li Xiaoli, on the other hand, threw her chopsticks on the table and went inside to watch TV.
The task of cleaning up the dishes fell to Li Weidong.
Li Weidong originally wanted to clean up himself, but Zhou Xiaoye insisted on helping him. During their argument, Li Weidong's hand accidentally touched the soft flesh on her chest.
In an instant, her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom!
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward!
Li Weidong was speechless; he really didn't mean it.
Even if I have feelings for her, it wouldn't be right for me to lay a hand on a sixteen-year-old girl.
To ease the awkwardness, Li Weidong changed the subject: "Well, my sister isn't very good at math. Could you come over and tutor her tomorrow? I'll cook you something delicious too."
Zhou Xiaoye looked at Li Weidong in surprise.
Li Xiaoli's strongest subject is mathematics; she's number one in the entire school!
He actually asked her to tutor him in math?
However, thinking about the delicious food on the table today, she couldn't bring herself to refuse it.
Moreover, she always felt that Li Weidong's concern for her went a bit beyond what a classmate's older brother should have shown.
But for some reason, she wasn't very resistant.
Give me the bowl and chopsticks!
Zhou Xiaoye took the bowl and chopsticks from Li Weidong and turned to walk towards the hand pump.
Li Weidong watched her retreating figure, feeling somewhat speechless.
Did she agree or not?
At such a young age, does she expect me to guess what she's thinking?
But I must say, it feels really good!
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