Chapter 2

After my mother put some makeup on, the lunch was ready.

A few very ordinary meals look very delicious, and I admire Uncle Zhang's cooking skills.So as usual, the three of them sat on both sides of the rectangular dining table and had lunch.

My mother and I sat on the side, and Uncle Zhang sat opposite me, and he kept picking up food for me.

Soon, my bowl was taller.

Although I kept thanking Uncle Zhang, I was not very grateful because I had a small appetite and only ate a little at a time. Now the bowl in my hand is enough for me to eat two meals.

It was still my mother who knew me, so she picked up a few chopsticks from my bowl and explained it to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said he would not pick it up for me. Then he picked up another chopstick, fortunately he went to my mother's bowl.

When I was about to get into my mother's bowl, my uncle suddenly sneezes strangely, and it felt very unnatural, like a sneeze that was deliberately created.

The vegetables fell on my mother's top, and my mother screamed in surprise. Uncle Zhang quickly got up and helped my mother throw away the vegetables on her clothes, but it was very slow and removed bit by bit. And with each stroke, it seemed that she would grab my mother's chest very hard.

My mother soon realized something, her face turned red, and she quickly got up and ran into the bathroom.

The uncle smiled and said to me, "I'm so sorry, I'll help your mother."As he said that, he took the toilet paper from the dining table and entered the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door.

Why do you have to close the door every time?

Just as I was thinking about this problem, the sound of something falling to the ground came from the bathroom, accompanied by the chaotic footsteps of the two, as if they were fighting.

I suddenly felt nervous and didn't know what was happening inside, so I walked to the bathroom door with a slight finger, and then I could hear the noise inside more clearly.

My mother was obviously magnanimous, resisting something, and kept saying things like not wanting it now. Uncle Zhang was humming stubbornly, as if the two of them were arguing about something.

As my mother gave in a surrender, the entire bathroom was silent for a few seconds. I thought it was nothing, but Uncle Zhang said loudly why the stain could not be removed. It was very loud, but it still couldn't cover it up. It seemed that the clothes were torn. A rumbling sound seemed to be in the bathroom again, and the jar fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Mom seemed to be struggling with something more forcefully, but she stopped talking.

Uncle Zhang kept saying things like not getting rid of the stains and the clothes were too dirty, as if describing the passing of helping mother remove the stains on her clothes, but the sound inside didn't look like it at all.

The sound of my mother struggling made me feel inexplicably nervous, or it was excitement that my mother struggled was already very small. Instead, the sound of my mother and Uncle Zhang was replaced by the complicated gasps of her mother and Uncle Zhang, the muffled cry of her mother from time to time, and the sound of her seemingly chewing something that was leaking out of her saliva.

I didn't know what was going on inside, so I could only stand blankly and listen to everything coming from inside.

My mother is enjoying it now. Uncle Zhang sometimes continued to narrate the process of removing stains loudly, and sometimes she was talking in a low voice, which I couldn't hear clearly.

But no matter whether it is loud or low, the voice is filled with a very depressing and strange tone that is different from normal speaking.

The situation inside seemed to be in this state. Suddenly, Uncle Zhang said loudly again, and the sound of clothes being torn out came. As my mother struggled again, there was also a sound of slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, and slap, slap, and slap, slap, and slap, slap, and slap, slap, and slap, slap, and slap, slap, and the sound of you pushing me and making me sounds sounded again. I thought I was going to throw something again, but at the same time, the phone rang.

My phone number is a mother and child machine, one mother and two child machines, both in the large bedroom and the bathroom. Suddenly, the phone rang at the same time. I quickly ran back to the dining table to sit down, and the bathroom suddenly became quiet.

After a few rings, my mother answered the phone and talked loudly to the other party. During the conversation, it seemed that there was something urgent for the company and my mother needed to go back quickly.

At this time, Uncle Zhang also walked out. I saw that Uncle Zhang seemed to have faint lipstick and lipstick marks on his mouth, but it was very uneven and his lips seemed a little swollen.

Uncle Zhang walked straight into his mother's bedroom, took out a set of clothes and walked into the bathroom and told me that my mother's clothes could not be removed, so she had to change them to a new one.

And this time I closed the door again. I felt a little angry at this point. Mo Ming was angry. Why did he have to close the bathroom door every time?

In fact, even I don’t understand whether I’m angry about this is such a weird habit, or do I want to see clearly what’s going on inside.

Uncle Zhang came out soon and told me that my mother was going to go back to the company and was putting on makeup inside.And he picked up the robot from E-angels and helped me assemble it.

After a while, my mother changed her clothes and put on makeup. Her faces were red and cute. My mother seemed to be shy when she did something wrong. She just gave me a few words and went out with Uncle Zhang.

When Uncle Zhang left, he touched my head and asked me if the rice cooked at noon was delicious. I replied that it was delicious.

He then asked if he would cook the dinner for me, and then gave it to me E-Angels robot. Of course, I answered it well. Everything just now had been left behind at that moment.

After all, I am only eight years old.