Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
That evening, I took my relatives to a restaurant for dinner. During the meal, my father began to stir up trouble again.
"Waiter, I don't want any of the dishes on this table," he said. "You need to heat up the cold rice and cold dishes that my son and I brought."
The waiter looked at my father awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, sir," he replied. "Our restaurant doesn't allow outside food to be heated."
My father immediately became agitated.
"How can you even run a restaurant like this?" he exclaimed. "Do you know anything about frugality? You're ruining the positive energy of society!"
"What a terrible restaurant! I'll report you!"
The waiter, confused by the sudden outburst, could only apologize to my father.
My relatives watched this scene unfold, finally realizing that my father was just looking for a fight. I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. It was just like in a past life.
My father had once brought leftover food from home to a restaurant. Then, in front of everyone, he started eating the leftovers. No amount of persuasion could stop him. In the end, everyone could only watch as he ate. Afterwards, he even posted a video online, calling me a parasite of society.
This time, I had guessed that Dad would bring food, so I specifically brought a heating pot.
When I took out the heating pot, Dad's expression turned sour. He had originally intended for my brother to eat the leftovers while he filmed a video. Now, that plan was completely ruined.
The relatives saw through Dad's little scheme and started chiming in.
"Big Brother, you really are something."
"You understand the hardships of the past better."
"Why don't you eat these leftovers?"
"Exactly, we can't relate to what Big Brother feels."
"Let Big Brother have them."
Dad looked like he had just eaten something terrible, staring at the leftovers in front of him, unable to say a word. These leftovers were made by me, and I had intentionally made them taste awful just to annoy him.
During the gathering, under everyone's subtle guidance, Dad had no choice but to eat those leftovers all by himself. Throughout the meal, he tried multiple times to speak and gesture to get our attention, but we were all too busy eating and drinking to pay him any mind.
In desperation, Dad ended up finishing all those leftovers alone. Afterward, his face was ashen, looking like he was about to collapse, and he could hardly speak.
As the gathering came to an end, Dad said his stomach hurt and told us to leave first while he stayed behind to rest for a bit. I knew exactly what he was thinking; he wanted to take pictures and film a video.
I glanced at my phone and then at Dad.
"Sure."
"Take your time, Dad."
"We're leaving now," I said, calling my relatives to join me as we departed. Once we were all gone, my father began his performance.
My brother was waiting for me at the door. "So you think having money makes you special, huh?"
"Is this how you treat your father?"
I feigned innocence as I looked at him. "Brother, you were just eating too; I saw you enjoying your meal."
"How come now that you're full, you suddenly feel like being filial?"
My brother was left speechless by my question.
"Auntie directly called him out," I thought.
"That's nonsense about being filial."
"Your dad is full and has the energy to stir up trouble now."
"You little brat, you were enjoying your meal more than anyone else; how come you didn't notice your dad wasn't feeling well?"
Second Aunt chimed in as well. "The hardships your dad faced when he was young were all borne by us."
"When he ate rice, we ate husks."
"Now he wants us to reminisce about the sweet and bitter times?"
"He never really suffered at all."
Several aunts took turns criticizing my father and brother. I felt a warm glow in my heart.
Comment 0 Comment Count