07-03-2025, 09:14 PM
"Mom, is that true? You didn't receive the notice from the Electricity Bureau?" I looked at my mother who was not far across from me.
The structure of my kitchen is that after entering the kitchen door, there is a row of porcelain tables for food and dishes. That is, between Sam and I and my mother, there is a row of porcelain tables that blocks the lower bodies of Sam and my mother. Only the outlines of the upper bodies of my mother and Sam are visible. .
"Well... I didn't receive it..." Mom said.
"Ah... I feel so uncomfortable, so annoying...!" I yelled.
"Sam! Is dinner ready?" Thinking about Sam's bastard, and thinking about how he insisted on making African food tonight. If my mother had cooked it, it would have been done long ago.
"...Um, I'm sorry, Zihan. Although I was in a hurry and had my mother's help, I almost got it done, right, mother?" Sam and his mother's figures kept overlapping in the darkness. What was he doing? Do you have to ask your mother?
"Um...it's...Zihan, go find...the flashlight at home, it's in...the utility room..." Why does my mother's voice feel strange?
"Oh." I replied, intending to turn around and get the flashlight.
"By the way, Zihan, come here. Mom has already prepared this cold dish. You can take it to the living room first. If you call later, I'll make it and then we can have dinner!" Sam stopped me and asked me to get what mom had prepared. dish.
"...Hmm" Although I was a little reluctant to be instructed by Sam to do things, but with my mother around, I had no choice but to listen to Sam's words and get the plates on the stove.
"Is this the plate?" I walked into my mother's side, and I saw that Sam was standing next to her. Maybe it was because I couldn't see clearly just now, and because Sam was black, I thought he and my mother were overlapped. It made me feel inexplicably relaxed.
"Yes." Mom responded. I went to take the plate with both hands. The moment I lowered my head, I saw my mother's slender hands clenched into claws and clasped tightly against the stove. However, I didn't think much about it. The plate goes out.
"Thank you Zihan, I'll reward you with the most delicious South African food I cook in a moment!" Sam's happy voice came from behind me, "You're still eating shit, Silly Brother."
I put the plate on the dining table in the living room and walked to the utility room. I turned on the light of my mobile phone. I entered the utility room and searched for a while before I found the flashlight. I took the flashlight and returned to the kitchen. This time I turned on my mobile phone. When I saw my mother and Sam still cooking, I handed the flashlight to my mother. I saw that my mother seemed to be very hot, but her slender neck was white and rosy, and there was an indescribable smell on her face. Beautiful and touching.
"Oh, Zihan, help me take a photo, and then we can have a candlelight dinner." Sam looked at me with a smile, holding the plate with one hand, and stirring the plate with the other.
The structure of my kitchen is that after entering the kitchen door, there is a row of porcelain tables for food and dishes. That is, between Sam and I and my mother, there is a row of porcelain tables that blocks the lower bodies of Sam and my mother. Only the outlines of the upper bodies of my mother and Sam are visible. .
"Well... I didn't receive it..." Mom said.
"Ah... I feel so uncomfortable, so annoying...!" I yelled.
"Sam! Is dinner ready?" Thinking about Sam's bastard, and thinking about how he insisted on making African food tonight. If my mother had cooked it, it would have been done long ago.
"...Um, I'm sorry, Zihan. Although I was in a hurry and had my mother's help, I almost got it done, right, mother?" Sam and his mother's figures kept overlapping in the darkness. What was he doing? Do you have to ask your mother?
"Um...it's...Zihan, go find...the flashlight at home, it's in...the utility room..." Why does my mother's voice feel strange?
"Oh." I replied, intending to turn around and get the flashlight.
"By the way, Zihan, come here. Mom has already prepared this cold dish. You can take it to the living room first. If you call later, I'll make it and then we can have dinner!" Sam stopped me and asked me to get what mom had prepared. dish.
"...Hmm" Although I was a little reluctant to be instructed by Sam to do things, but with my mother around, I had no choice but to listen to Sam's words and get the plates on the stove.
"Is this the plate?" I walked into my mother's side, and I saw that Sam was standing next to her. Maybe it was because I couldn't see clearly just now, and because Sam was black, I thought he and my mother were overlapped. It made me feel inexplicably relaxed.
"Yes." Mom responded. I went to take the plate with both hands. The moment I lowered my head, I saw my mother's slender hands clenched into claws and clasped tightly against the stove. However, I didn't think much about it. The plate goes out.
"Thank you Zihan, I'll reward you with the most delicious South African food I cook in a moment!" Sam's happy voice came from behind me, "You're still eating shit, Silly Brother."
I put the plate on the dining table in the living room and walked to the utility room. I turned on the light of my mobile phone. I entered the utility room and searched for a while before I found the flashlight. I took the flashlight and returned to the kitchen. This time I turned on my mobile phone. When I saw my mother and Sam still cooking, I handed the flashlight to my mother. I saw that my mother seemed to be very hot, but her slender neck was white and rosy, and there was an indescribable smell on her face. Beautiful and touching.
"Oh, Zihan, help me take a photo, and then we can have a candlelight dinner." Sam looked at me with a smile, holding the plate with one hand, and stirring the plate with the other.
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