In his third year of high school, the boy was invited by his aunt to go to the countryside for the summer vacation.

My aunt works in a small toy factory close to her home, and she prides herself on the free lunches provided.

The boy wondered what his aunt's lunch was, so he sneaked into the factory cafeteria on a hot noon.

Wisps of meat came from the half-hidden kitchen, and he pushed the door in. On the round table are braised chicken, sweet and sour fish, salt and pepper shrimp, and a large bowl of stewed pork ribs with yam.

"It's so fragrant, the food is really good." The boy muttered to himself and turned to the back room.

On the rectangular table the size of a chopping board rests half a pot of fried cabbage, which is light and tasteless, and half a pot of winter melon soup that can illuminate the human figure, without a drop of oil, and the stained oversized rice cooker is resting on the opposite side.

When I was young, more than 20 workers-like people, holding lunch boxes, lined up, and came over one after another to start cooking.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a big belly squeezed out of the crowd, he put down half a pot of pickles, and then took away half a pot of fried cabbage, and muttered in his mouth: "I haven't finished eating the leftover vegetables yesterday, why are you stir-frying today?" Leftovers are also vegetables, and you are still picky when you eat them for nothing? What's the hell with one, two? ”

The workers continued to serve their meals in silence, and no one paid any attention to the stubble, as if they hadn't heard it at all.

The boy was a little angry, he frowned, and walked straight behind his aunt.

"Why are you here?" My aunt was surprised and delighted, but also a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Auntie, it's also a dish over there. What are you ......?" the boy continued, staring at the round table outside.

"This is the 'staff meal' and the 'boss meal' over there."

"Huh?" The boy's gaze fell on the dried pickles, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

"What a child! If you don't work, you are not allowed to eat here! As soon as the middle-aged man noticed this new face, he yelled at him.

"Boss, don't blame, he's my nephew, he doesn't eat here, so I'll tell him to go back......," the aunt said as she pushed the boy to the door.

"Who wants to eat your meal! Allow you to eat good, and allow them to eat 'garbage'? The boy suddenly turned and ran to the table, and he picked up the pickles, and threw them on the floor.

What happened later, he didn't know anything. Because his aunt grabbed him and dragged him back.

More than a month later, the boy who returned home was shocked: his mother had disappeared, and there was a strange woman and a strange boy in the house.

He called his mother's phone, and immediately a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and the voice of a strange man. He hung up the phone, tears pouring down his face.

It turned out that after his college entrance examination, his parents went through the divorce procedures.

During his four years of college, he rarely went home and never went to his aunt again.

He often dialed his father's phone, but his stepmother's strange voice always came from the other end of the phone; When he talked to his mother, most of them were mixed with his stepfather's shouting and abuse.

After graduating, he submitted many resumes online and participated in several job fairs, but he still couldn't find a job that suited him.

One day, when he was anxious, he suddenly received a call from his aunt: "Big nephew, we need an inspector in our toy factory, 3,000 yuan a month!" Do you think about it? ”

"Don't think about it, aunt! I'll go, I'll go right away! ”

At some point, he felt a drop of warm stuff slip quietly over the corner of his mouth.