The boy raised his head, knowing that the matter was revealed, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he soon shouted angrily: "My friends eat thousands of meals after every meal, and I invite them to eat, of course, it can't be cheap! People can eat and drink well every day, why can't I eat a good meal once in a while?"

At this point, everything is almost clear, it must be this boy who has a large amount of money to invite guests to dinner, and was discovered by his mother, and then he put the blame on Zhang Ping, and this woman will come to Xingshi early in the morning to ask for guilt.

When the woman heard the boy's yell, she was also stunned for a while, she didn't know what kind of expression to put on her face, and said bitterly: "We are different from them, your mother has no education, just a sanitation worker, and she takes the salary of 2,000 yuan a month, for our mother and mother to eat and drink, and for you to go to school, where do we get the money to let you eat thousands of yuan in one meal?"

It can be seen from what she is wearing that their family is not wealthy, and a thousand yuan is indeed not a small expense.

"Isn't it a thousand dollars? Why don't you do a little more next month?" said the man, and there was even some dissatisfaction in it, thinking that it was she who made herself so embarrassed now.

"You...... You ......" The woman was so angry that her chest rose and fell violently, but she couldn't say anything, and in the end her eyes were moist, "It's my mother who is not good, I blame my mother for not being productive, and my mother can't make a lot of money, so you can suffer with me......"

The woman may have felt guilty about the boy, but today the boy directly pointed out her dissatisfaction, which made the woman collapse.

But the boy's eyes were not touched at all, he didn't think he had done anything wrong, others could spend money to eat, drink and have fun every day, why couldn't he himself?

This little kid isn't cute!

Zhang Ping already knew the cause and effect, and his resentment towards the woman had almost disappeared, but this boy made him very displeased.

Although Zhang Ping is an immortal king, he also knows loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, in the past, he regretted it because he could not fulfill his filial piety, and he naturally hated this behavior of boys.

Gotta teach him a lesson!

Zhang Ping quietly pinched the trick with both hands, and a rune shot straight into the boy's eyebrows.

……

……

The boy, named Xuzhou, lives in a single-parent family with his mother, Hu Yumei.

As Zhang Ping punched a rune into the center of Xuzhou's eyebrows, he suddenly felt that his vision was blurry, and his eyes closed involuntarily, I don't know how long it had passed, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.

The first thing that came into view was the snow-white ceiling, he was lying on a bed with a thin layer under the cover, which made him very uncomfortable, he was now sleeping in a simple room, for some reason, he had a familiar feeling.

"Wasn't I still in the hotel just now?" Xuzhou sat up from the bed and wondered, "Am I dreaming?"

"I'm so sleepy!" he yawned, looked through the window at the sky outside, it was still dark, there was an alarm clock on the bedside, he glanced at it, "It's not even five o'clock, whether it's a dream or not, let's get some sleep first." ”

But such an idea had just arisen, and Xuzhou found that he couldn't control his body at all.

"Why can't my body move?" he was so startled that he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

Then he could feel himself lifting the quilt and getting up from the bed, although his body was a little uncoordinated, but all the sensations were moving, but his body was no longer under his control.

"I don't want to get up, I want to sleep!"

Xuzhou could only shout silently, such a cold day, and the night was about to pass, and the sun had not yet come out, such the coldest time, just for a while, Xuzhou felt a layer of goosebumps on his body.

But no matter how much Xuzhou shouted, it was useless, this body walked towards the wardrobe by itself, and with the help of the mirror on the wardrobe, Xuzhou finally saw the appearance of this body.

"Isn't this my mother? How did I become like my mother? ”

The person in the mirror turned out to be Xuzhou's mother Hu Yumei!

And this room that made him a little familiar was not Hu Yumei's room?

Xuzhou's mind is now in a mess, and he doesn't understand what happened at all.

But no matter what Xuzhou thought, Hu Yumei's body continued to take care of herself, got dressed, and entered the kitchen after washing.

"Are you going to the kitchen to cook now?" Xuzhou is of course clear about the structure of his home, "It's okay, fill your stomach first." ”

The hunger of this body was also accurately transmitted to Xuzhou, who only felt hungry and thought: "Every time my mother gives me breakfast, it is fried noodles, egg fried rice, steamed buns, and dumplings, I don't know what to eat today?"

Although these things are not comparable to those in Zhang Ping's store, and they are not as good as the restaurants he and his friends go to, Xuzhou is too hungry now, and he just wants to eat something to cushion his stomach.

And Hu Yumei did start to make breakfast, but it was not what Xuzhou thought, Hu Yumei just warmed up the leftovers from last night, and hastily did something with pickles.

The taste of the food can be clearly felt in Xuzhou, the leftovers are not hot thoroughly, the inside is still cold, and the pickles are even more unpalatable, if he usually doesn't even look at it.

"This ...... Could it be that my mother eats these every morning?" This thought had just arisen, and Xuzhou quickly abandoned it and comforted himself: "Mom has a bad stomach, so it is natural to eat lighter." ”

After Hu Yumei finished breakfast and washed the dishes, she put on the yellow vest worn by the sanitation workers and went out with a broom and dustpan.

"It's so cold, it's a crime not to hide under the covers on such a cold day!" Feeling the cold wind howling, Xuzhou roared loudly, wanting to escape back into the house, but it had no effect.

Hu Yumei began to clean the streets, scattered garbage, and the fallen leaves that were blown everywhere by the wind, she cleaned them up little by little, with her as the divide, in front of her and behind her, almost two worlds.

"Time flies so slowly, why hasn't it dawned yet, I'm so cold, my hands are so sore, I'm going to be tired if I sweep it again!"

And Xuzhou was still complaining, he felt that his nose was frozen, his hands were also unconscious, and his legs were trembling.

Is my mother like me every day?

Xu Xu quickly shook his head again.

No, my mother has been sweeping the streets for so long, and she must not be afraid of the cold anymore, it's just my feeling.

At about seven o'clock, Hu Yumei finally packed her things and returned home.

"Whew, finally home. Xuzhou breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel the warm breath rushing towards him, but before he could enjoy it, Hu Yumei went into the kitchen again.

"What are you going to do again? Don't let people rest?" Xuzhou was speechless.

Not long after, Hu Yumei walked out with a bowl of fried noodles.

"Cooking again, didn't you eat?" Xuzhou could feel the aroma penetrating his nostrils, "But it's so fragrant, I really didn't eat enough this morning, so I came to add food?"

Thinking of the pickles and leftovers he ate before, Xuzhou still feels sick to his stomach, if before, he might have complained a few words when he saw this fried noodles, but now Xuzhou only thinks that this is the most delicious thing in the world, and can't wait to eat it in his stomach.

And it was at this time that a door was opened, and of course Xuzhou knew that it was his room, and then he saw himself walking out sleepily.

Looking at yourself from the perspective of a bystander is indeed a wonderful thing, which makes Xuzhou stunned for a while.

"Son, get up!" And Hu Yumei saw her son get up, shouted, put the fried noodles on the table, and said, "I made you fried noodles today, hurry up and finish washing and eating, otherwise the noodles will not taste good." ”

It turned out that it wasn't for her to eat.