Chapter 27 Angels will also be injured

It was bright outside the window. I sat on the bed and took a long time to take a look. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. I slept for more than ten hours. I felt a little sore in the waist and back pain. I lay down for a while before I put on my clothes and came to the living room.

In just a few days, my mother experienced two such huge blows, and they were all the closest people to her... Although my mother was strong inside, I was still worried that she could not bear all this. Her eyes were placed in the tightly closed bedroom of my mother. In the past, my mother had already gotten up to make breakfast.

breakfast?I suddenly thought of a saying: If you want to open a woman's heart, you must first open her stomach. This sentence should be difficult to apply to a proud person like my mother, but I am willing to try it.

When I came to the kitchen and looked at the dazzling array of kitchen utensils and ingredients, I was stunned in an instant. My mother cooked for me since I was a child. I seemed very helpless when I wanted to cook for the first time.

However, I have a very special advantage: I have strong learning ability. I took out my mobile phone to find videos of making egg custard, and then started to operate it. The process of making egg custard was not tedious. I made it quite well and finally put it in the steamer to wait for the result.

Not to mention, cooking is quite interesting. If it weren’t for New Oriental in the future, I thought it was too monotonous for just one egg custard, so I learned to cook a bowl of lean egg porridge by video.

The final finished products look pretty good. Although it is more ugly than the finished products on the video, I am very satisfied with how I can make it like this the first time.

I took out a dining plate from the cabinet, carried the lean egg porridge and egg custard into my mother's room.

But my mother didn't forgive me yet, and she was still angry. Will it be if I disturb her?... I couldn't help but feel a little scared, but after a while, I figured it out. At worst, I could be beaten by my mother again.

I came to my mother's door with a plate. After hesitating for a moment, I freed up a hand and knocked on the door. As I thought, I received no response.

I took a deep breath to cheer myself up and said:

Mom, I made some food for you, but if you open the door, I will bring it in for you.

I was silent, and I was not discouraged and continued:

Mom, no matter what, I will eat first before talking about Ah, otherwise you will have no strength to beat me if you don’t want to eat!

This was a bit naughty, but it was obviously a bit inappropriate at this time. Sure enough, a dull sound came from the door, thinking it was because my mother smashed something at the door.

Get away!My mother's tone was still cold and angry, and even with rare fatigue, I knew I could not continue and returned to the kitchen silently.

After eating some casually, I sat blankly on the sofa. I felt that this home was really terrible and I picked up the remote control panel, turned on the TV, and ordered a channel.

The recent severe flu phenomenon is being broadcast in the news, and I call on everyone not to go out or something. I don’t care much, and I always feel that this kind of thing is far away from me.

At noon, my mother finally walked out of the room and saw her wearing white pajamas, with a pale face and very tired.

mom!Seeing my mother again was like seeing a fountain in the arid desert, which made me very happy. My mother just glanced at me coldly and walked towards the bathroom.

After going to the bathroom, my mother wanted to go back to the bedroom. I can’t miss this opportunity. I hurried behind my mother and cried:

Mom, don’t do this, okay? You can beat me and scold me, but at least you have to eat. What do you want to eat? Tell me if I’ll prepare it for you?

My mother ignored me and walked straight away. I felt anxious and grabbed one of my jade hands. But then, it was like I touching the tigress's butt. My mother shook my hand violently, turned around and slapped me.

The crisp slap echoed in the room. I wanted to beg for another time, but my mother returned to the room without looking back. After realizing it, her right face felt a burning pain.

Although my mother still keeps me out, I know that I can't give up, nor can I give up.

The next morning, I got up early to make breakfast, then brought it to my mother's door again, knocked on the door and said worriedly:

Mom, you haven’t eaten for a day, so just eat a little, okay? I beg you.

I knocked on the door again, this time there was no movement to smash the door. I became more and more worried, and I recalled the dream I had the night before... I was so scared that I didn't care whether my mother would be angry or not, and turned the handle of the door. Fortunately, my mother did not lock it up and pushed open the door. My mother displayed it on the bed, covered with a thick quilt.

I don't know if my mother woke up, but looked at her mother on the bed and asked:

Mom, I came in Ah and made you an egg custard.

Without getting any answer, I plucked up the courage, picked up the plate and walked to my mother's bed. I looked around and found that my mother was always awake. My mother was lying flat on the bed, her beautiful face was extremely pale, and two wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her usual cruelty and coldness disappeared, some cold sweat appeared on her forehead, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, leaving two clear tears on her face, very haggard.

In my impression, my mother always looks arrogant and arrogant. She has never seen her so weak and powerless. I feel sad and cry:

Mom, you...what is wrong with you?You...I...I...I...I...I'm so sad and excited that I can't even explain it, maybe it's because I don't know what to say at all.

My mother turned her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with sadness. Her pale mouth moved, and finally turned into a deep sigh. Then she struggled to hold her up. I really wanted to help her, but I was afraid of making my mother angry again.

Mom held her back against the bed and said:

go out……

My mother's tone was very weak, pale and powerless, not as sharp as a knife as usual, but more like... a plea?

I shook my head constantly with tears in my eyes, knelt on my mother's bed, picked up a bowl of egg custard, and prayed:

You...you eat something, mom, as long as you promise me to eat, let me do whatever I do...

My mother reached out and slapped me, maybe because she was too weak. It was better to say that she was gently caressing her than a fan.

The cold and soft fingertips slid across my cheeks, itchy, and my mother sighed again and said softly:

Let it be put here.

Upon hearing this, I was overjoyed and hurriedly put the egg custard on the plate, got up and said:

I'll give you another one at noon.

My mother nodded gently and agreed. Although she was still indifferent to me, this subtle change was enough to make me ecstatic.

The heavy stone pressing on my heart finally loosened a little. When I returned to the living room, I secretly told myself: I must take good care of my mother... I must!