Still that kind of smile that is difficult to find fault, Fang Qingqing looked at me, and then at Yu Minghui, her hand reached over and grabbed my hand and patted it lightly a few times, she said: "Sisi, don't be like Uncle Yu, he is in a bad mood today, and he didn't mean to offend you." ”

Following Fang Qingqing's words, Yu Minghui, who was standing on the side, sneered abruptly and said, "Fang Qingqing, my dad is not here now, you don't need to continue to pretend to be virtuous and virtuous." There's no audience here, and you don't have to be an actor. You know that no matter how well you act, I won't applaud you. ”

Slowly letting go of my hand, Fang Qingqing was very calm, she still said with a smile: "Minghui, although you will still misunderstand me and reject me, I really want to get along with you." ”

Yu Minghui responded coldly again: "Do you want to get along with me as an aunt, or do you want to get along with me as a stepmother?"

I was stunned for a moment.

From this very informative sentence, I finally found the answer.

Just now, even if Fang Qingqing treated us extremely politely, I could feel that the relationship between Yu Minghui and her was not that seamless mother-son relationship, but between awkwardness and discomfort, there were some hostile entanglements.

It turned out that Fang Qingqing used to be Yu Minghui's aunt, but now she is his stepmother.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, rich people are too good at playing, and they look like TV dramas.

While complaining, I used the afterglow from the corner of my eye to float to Fang Qingqing's face.

Her face was a little pale, she unconsciously took a step back, lowered her head slightly, and said, "Minghui, your father and I really love each other." My sister is gone, she's gone, your dad is widowed, I'm single, the two of us are united...."

Before Fang Qingqing's words were finished, Yu Minghui interrupted her coldly, and he almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You are not qualified to call my mother a sister!"

Leaving this sentence, Yu Minghui turned to me and said, "Lin Sisi, let's go." ”

While driving, Yu Minghui had a straight face, not knowing what he was thinking.

While waiting for the traffic light, Yu Minghui turned his face to look at me, and he asked with a very serious look: "Lin Sisi, do you know how to cook?"

I was stunned, then nodded.

Yu Minghui smiled a little far-fetched, and he said, "Then are you willing to go to my house and get me something to eat?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded, and I said, "Yes, as long as you don't mind if my cooking is terrible." ”

Unexpectedly, Yu Minghui's refrigerator at home only had eggs and noodles, not even green onions.

It was difficult for the woman to cook without rice, so I had to put down two bowls of clear soup noodles and bring them to the table.

Sitting directly across from me, Yu Minghui lowered his head and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, his voice was a little slurred: "My mother's level of cooking noodles is very high, every time she cooks noodles, even if she only puts a little salt and oil, I can eat many bowls." ”

He buried his face, and I couldn't see his expression, but from this very ordinary sentence, I heard a melancholy meaning.

It was at this moment that I felt that I could almost touch Yu Minghui's heart, which was the most real and original him.

It's not the one who is very mysterious, feared, spendthrifty, cold as ice, and cold as cold.

However, this is just the most beautiful illusion for a moment, I am still struggling with my discovery, Yu Minghui has already raised his head, he looked at me, and said coldly: "Lin Sisi, I want to drink some wine, don't you mind?"