nycdaug Chapter 458 Taking my nephew to eat Northeastern spicy hot pot
Chapter 458 Taking my nephew to eat Northeastern spicy hot pot
[I just saw it too, it seems to be an eight-year-old boy.]
[Yes, yes, yes! His mother had something to do and was five minutes late to pick him up, so the little boy disappeared.]
【If...it would be a devastating blow to a family.】
……
Netizens in the live broadcast room started to post comments one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Mei Ling'er saw Ma Yuquan standing up from the bathtub, his clothes soaked.
【Why are you wearing clothes? 】
[It's scary when he's not wearing any clothes. I almost saw his naked body...]
[But don't people who commit suicide in TV dramas always take off all their clothes and lie in the bathtub, with the water dyed red with blood?]
"I didn't want to bother with him originally. It's all your fault for posting those weird comments. If he..." The man walked away from the camera, "if anything happened, it would definitely be my fault."
Ma Yuquan changed into dry clothes and said, "I don't want to be taken advantage of!"
Mei Ling'er nodded.
"How do I get through..." When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned back to the bathroom. He could not see the picture on the live broadcast screen, but could hear a crackling sound.
Bang!
It was the sound of a car door closing.
A female driver wearing a mask, a ponytail and a light blue top was holding the steering wheel.
"Tell me the last number on your mobile phone."
“0*9*”
"Are you going to pick up the kids over there?" The female driver glanced back while waiting at the traffic light. "That's where a lot of famous educational institutions are concentrated in the city. My kids also take classes there."
Seeing the man remained silent, the female driver smiled and continued, "But it's a lot quieter now than before. After the double reduction policy came into effect, many institutions have run away or closed down. Now it's getting harder and harder to make money..."
Ma Yuquan's palms were sweating, and he didn't know how to comfort the female driver. After all, he himself was very negative, even to the point of despair and suicide.
The man had no choice but to lower his head to his phone and pretend to reply to the message.
Ma Yuquan's face instantly appeared in Linglingyao's live broadcast room, and netizens in the room frantically posted barrages of comments.
[Did the guy shave his beard? His looks are up!]
【Shaving beard = changing face】
[She's so pretty, with a face that makes people want to bully her. I really want to kiss her.]
……
Ma Yuquan's face turned visibly red. He simply put his phone in his pocket and stared at the scenery outside the car window.
After getting off the car, the female driver turned around and said goodbye to the man with a smile.
Ma Yuquan kept a stiff face and tried his best to smile in response.
After the online car-hailing vehicle drove away, the man stood there at a loss. He had not yet decided where to go. For a moment, he wanted to grab the female driver and ask her to take him back to his original place.
Not far away, a middle-aged couple, seemingly returning from a walk, bent over and said to a little boy of eight or nine, "Little boy, why are you here alone? It's dangerous so late. Do you know your family's phone number? I can help you contact them."
The little boy raised his head and met Ma Yuquan's eyes not far away. Both of them were stunned.
He looks like me!
The middle-aged couple noticed that something was wrong with the little boy, and they followed his gaze and said with a smile:
"Your father is here to pick you up."
"Don't they say that sons look like their mothers? This child looks just like his father, they are simply cast in the same mold!" The middle-aged couple continued walking forward, chatting as they strolled.
"Who are you?" the little boy asked. "I've never seen you before."
Jingle Bell!
The child's phone watch rang, and the little boy picked up the phone. The entire conversation lasted no more than a minute. After he hung up, he raised his chin and said:
"My mother said you are his brother?"
No matter how slow Ma Yuquan was, he could still sense the doubt and confusion in the other's eyes, as well as the contempt and provocation in his tone.
The man's eyes became clear and he fought back: "You are so disrespectful. You should call me uncle!" Then he walked over, picked up the other's schoolbag, and pulled him forward.
"Your mother will be here to pick you up in three hours. During this time, whether you like it or not, you have to stay with me."
Ma Yuquan stopped and added solemnly: "I don't want to be with you either."
The little boy quickly ripped the schoolbag from Ma Yuquan's hand and said, "I'm hungry. Take me to eat something!"
The tone of this command... is simply that of a little ancestor!
The figures, one big and one small, were stretched out by the street lights.
Ma Yuquan had no appetite, so he found a Northeastern Malatang restaurant. The owner saw a little boy following him and asked curiously, "You look only in your twenties, and your child is already this big?"
The man smiled but said nothing. The little boy found a seat against the wall and sat down without even looking up.
The boss's enthusiasm remained undiminished. "They look alike and have similar personalities," he said, handing them the menu.
After the other person left, Ma Yuquan picked and chose on the menu. After he finished choosing, he remembered to ask the little brat's opinion, "Hey! Take a look, is there anything you want to eat..."
The little boy raised his head, frowned and said, "My name is Zhong Zeqi, not Hello!"
The man said awkwardly, "Zhong Zeqi, take a look and see if there's anything you want to eat." Seeing that the other party took the menu obediently, he added, "Order whatever you want, it's my treat."
Zhong Zeqi looked up at him and said, "You ordered everything I wanted to eat." The little boy thought for a moment and said, "I'll add another serving of lotus root slices and instant noodles."
While waiting for the meal, Ma Yuquan took a few napkins, wiped the table again, washed the two water cups, and refilled them with water.
Zhong Zeqi asked curiously, "Are you a germaphobe?"
The man was speechless for a moment. He didn't have mysophobia. He just had nothing to do and felt embarrassed to wait, so he wanted to make himself appear busy.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the store at this time, and the Northeastern spicy hot pot and fried skewers were quickly served on the table. The man divided the fried skewers into two equal portions, with the ends of the bamboo skewers facing him and Zhong Zeqi respectively.
The man secretly observed his nephew, whom he had just met for the first time. He only had some similarities with his sister in terms of eyebrows and eyes, but just as the owner of the Northeast Malatang hot pot restaurant said, Zhong Zeqi was even more like him. From eyebrows and eyes to nose and face shape, he was simply a smaller version of himself...
My nephew was eating with great relish. I could hear the sound of him slurping noodles and see the sweat on the tip of his nose.
"Eat slowly." The man thought for a moment and pulled out a napkin to wipe the other person's nose. The next second he paused awkwardly, with his right hand suspended in mid-air.
Just then, a heated argument broke out at the next table.
"Why did she leave me? Is it because I have no money?" A shirtless tattooed man stood up from his chair, his steps unsteady, pointing at the wall with a bottle of wine.
"Fuck..."