Chapter 257: Master of destroying the atmosphere】

"I don't mind if you eat first, but we don't care about that at home."

Ye Mei knew that in most families, they would wait for the cook to come to the table before they would start eating.

This is the most basic family education.

But in her family, because several children have experienced hunger before, and they are in the period of growth, they will get sick if they are hungry for a long time.

Ye Xianghong said that if you are really hungry, don't wait, at least eat something first. The family doesn't care about these things, and physical health is the most important.

"Eat together."

Sheng Zhiwu insisted. He added rice to Ye Mei and handed over the washed chopsticks.

Ye Mei took the chopsticks and said casually: "I didn't expect your family education is so strict."

Sheng Zhiwu always looks like a lazy fox.

Ye Mei thought he was also lazy and casual at home.

Hearing this, Sheng Zhiwu paused with his chopsticks in his hand and said in a casual tone: "You guessed wrong, no one cares about me at home."

His father, who was cheating on him, now lived with another woman. Seeing him was like seeing an unlucky thing, and he avoided him as much as possible.

And his mother only knew to chase after his father and never looked at him.

Sheng Zhiwu grew up by himself.

Thinking back to some things in his childhood, he felt that it was a miracle that he could grow up.

"Then you are really good."

Ye Mei picked up a large piece of Jinhua ham and put it in Sheng Zhiwu's bowl, "You can grow so well without anyone caring about you at home." Look.

Sheng Zhiwu glanced at the ham slice covering the rice and his eyes were slightly stunned.

As far as he could remember, this seemed to be the first time someone served him food.

When he was very young, his mother did feed him.

But when he was a little older, his mother let him eat by himself and did everything by himself. She had no time to take care of him.

Because his mother would spend all her free time with his father.

To please that heartless but well-born man.

Sometimes she didn't even have time to prepare meals for him.

Sheng Zhiwu was afraid of starving to death, so he slowly learned how to cook.

His mother ignored him even more and came home very late every day.

Sheng Zhiwu waited for his mother to come back with the prepared meals, and they would eat together. The dishes were reheated again and again, and his mother finally came home.

But after taking a bite, his mother vomited it out, saying it tasted bad. She threw away her chopsticks and went to make it herself.

She was the only one who ate it.

Sheng Zhiwu ate the meal for two people that day and vomited violently in the middle of the night.

After that day, Sheng Zhiwu asked the aunt next door to learn how to cook.

When he felt that the meal he cooked was delicious, he made two portions and waited for his mother to come back to eat together.

His mother ate with him and praised his cooking for being delicious. She ate a lot.

She ate his portion as well.

Sheng Zhiwu drank a bowl of porridge and woke up in the middle of the night because he was hungry and wanted to vomit.

However, his mother was willing to eat with him.

Although, she still had to wait until very late before coming back.

He didn't remember how long that kind of life lasted.

Later, Sheng Zhiwu followed the brothers he knew to the black market and had no time to cook for his mother, so he left money at home.

After taking the money, his mother didn't say anything, but just asked him to give more.

On New Year's Eve that year, Sheng Zhiwu finished his last business and took the big piece of meat that was reserved for himself back home, wanting to make a sumptuous dinner.

He and his mother had not eaten together for a long time.

Seeing the big piece of meat, his mother took it directly and carried it out.

When he came back, his mother had nothing in her hands, but she told him happily: "Your father took the meat and said that meat is hard to buy recently, so he asked me to get some more. Zhiwu, go buy some more meat!"

Sheng Zhiwu was angry and a little powerless after hearing this. He just said, "It's not available."

He had finally got the meat, and he wanted to keep it for the family to eat during the New Year.

Now, there is nothing left.

Hearing his words, the smile on his mother's face disappeared, and she left a sentence "What's the point of raising a son?" and went back to her room to sleep.

Sheng Zhiwu knew that his mother was not asleep.

This was a demonstration to him, wanting him to admit his mistake, go out and get some fresh meat, and send it to the irresponsible man.

However, where could Sheng Zhiwu buy meat during the New Year?

Finally, Sheng Zhiwu shamelessly went to Huo Qingchi's house, intending to buy a few pounds of meat.

Huo Qingchi gave him the meat directly without asking for money, but just gave him advice, "Take the meat back and cook it directly into a dish."

Sheng Zhiwu thought about it and it made sense. If the meat was made into a dish, even if his mother really wanted to give it to the man, would the man have the nerve to accept it?

But he and Huo Qingchi still underestimated people.

His mother took away the dish he had prepared, and the man accepted it. He also let his mother live in an empty house nearby, and the two of them found time to get together for a while in the evening.

On New Year's Eve, Sheng Zhiwu stuffed cold vegetables and rice into his mouth, and felt like there was a big hole in his body. The cold winter wind, like a knife, blew into his body and cut off his flesh.

Sheng Zhiwu's memories of New Year's Eve dinner were all so cold and boring.

It was not as good as when he and his brothers gathered around the fire to eat dried meat when they were running goods in other places. Or he

would take a big steamed bun and stuff it with the dishes that Xiao Ye had fried to go with the rice. After taking a big bite, he felt that he had nothing else to ask for in life and lived for this bite.

But now, looking at the piece of ham that Ye Mei sandwiched on the rice, Sheng Zhiwu felt a little sad.

He was too naive before.

What's the point of eating steamed buns around the fire?

Like now, sitting with Xiao Ye and enjoying a table full of hot home-cooked meals, this is a good thing that even the gods would not trade for, right?

"Why don't you eat?"

Ye Mei picked up a piece of ham for Sheng Zhiwu, and saw him staring at the bowl in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you like others to pick food for you?"

Some people who are particular don't like others to pick up food for them, because they always think it's not clean.

Ye Mei grumbled in her heart that Sheng Zhiwu had many problems, but she still stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the ham and said, "Then you can eat it yourself, I won't give you any more." Seeing

that Sheng Zhiwu seemed a little pitiful today, Ye Mei didn't lose her temper.

"What are you doing?!"

When he saw Ye Mei was going to pick up the ham slice, Sheng Zhiwu got anxious and picked up the bowl to protect it.

It was as if this bowl was a treasure and Ye Mei was trying to snatch it from him.

Ye Mei's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the veins on her forehead jumped. She took a deep breath and told herself to hold back. She squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "Don't you say you don't eat food that others pick up?"

"Who said I don't eat it?"

Sheng Zhiwu looked puzzled, as if Ye Mei was the one who was making trouble. He said: "I like to eat food that others pick up the most!"

After that, he avoided Ye Mei's chopsticks, wrapped a chopstick of rice with the piece of ham in the bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth.

While eating, there was an indelible smile on his face.

Ye Mei showed an expression that was hard to describe.

Where did that evil male fox go?

Who is this silly child in front of her?

However, seeing Sheng Zhiwu's extremely happy look when he picked up a piece of ham for her, Ye Mei's anger subsided, and she felt a little sad for some reason.

She didn't know what Sheng Zhiwu had been through.

But seeing Sheng Zhiwu like this, as a friend, Ye Mei felt a little sad.

"Eat more if you like it."

Ye Mei put another spoon of fried meat into Sheng Zhiwu's bowl.

Sheng Zhiwu ate even more happily.

Ye Mei's chopsticks never stopped eating during the whole meal.

She was always picking up food for Sheng Zhiwu, and she didn't eat a single bite herself. When

Sheng Zhiwu's bowl was empty, she stuffed her own bowl of rice into Sheng Zhiwu's hand.

Sheng Zhiwu was like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for 800 years. With Ye Mei's feeding, he concentrated on eating and didn't pay attention to these things.

He swept away several dishes on the table.

At the end, he showed an expression that he was not satisfied.

If Ye Mei hadn't held him down, she thought Sheng Zhiwu seemed to want to lick the soup in the plate.

Screaming in her heart, "Don't ruin your vixen image again," Ye Mei held him down, quickly put away the dishes, and took them to the stove to wash.

"Let me do it."

Sheng Zhiwu hurried over and took over the dishwashing.

While washing the dishes, he seemed to have returned to his normal self, and even apologized to Ye Mei, "It feels like I'm the one eating all the food, and I ate your share too. Are you hungry? Can I get you something to eat?"

"I've eaten a long time ago."

Ye Mei said, "This dinner was originally made for you alone."

She felt that Sheng Zhiwu looked pitiful today, so she subconsciously cooked and served dishes to Sheng Zhiwu.

Ye Mei thought about it, and her feelings towards Sheng Zhiwu tonight were probably...

full of maternal love.

Ye Mei didn't want to get involved in any romantic relationship at all, and Sheng Zhiwu was particularly pitiful tonight, and when he laughed, he looked like the landlord's idiot son.

This made Ye Mei feel like she had picked up a cheap child.

Her brain, which was not good enough in terms of emotions, was on the wrong path and could not return. "Made it for

me alone?"

Sheng Zhiwu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he couldn't help but ask, "Made it specifically for me?"

"What else?"

Ye Mei paused, and suddenly said seriously, "Don't stop, don't be lazy, wash the dishes quickly, I have something important to tell you!" If she

kept dawdling, it would be dawn.

She had sneaked out and was in a hurry to go back.

Sheng Zhiwu: "...Oh."

He hadn't had time to be moved, but Ye Mei immediately poured cold water on him.