22-05-2025, 03:51 PM
Chapter 55
When I woke up again, the bedroom was quiet, and laughter came from the living room from time to time. I got up and looked under the bed, and Sam was already up. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming pain in my stomach. I felt like I got up and ran to the toilet. However, the toilet on the first floor was closed. My parents looked at me in surprise in the living room.
"Zihan, do you have a stomachache too?"
Mom looked at me with a half-smile.
"Ah, Mom, how did you know, I can't survive anymore, I need to go to the toilet..."
Before mom and dad could say anything, I ran to the toilet on the second floor with a sad face.
"Kekeke... Look... Zihan is also having a stomachache now..." I
only heard my mother say something. It seems that Sam is in the toilet on the first floor. Is there something wrong with the food his father cooked at noon?
After an earth-shaking moment, I came out of the toilet limply. It seemed that my father’s cooking turned Sam and I into Splatoons.
I shook my head, passed by the laundry room, and casually glanced inside, only to see my mother's cleaned underwear and bras hanging on the hangers, light green, light pink, skin color, white, light purple, light There are red ones... and even black ones, but the surrounding areas of the bras are different, some are slightly see-through, and some are covered by thick fabrics. The same goes for the shoulder straps, some are normal prints, and some are sexy lace.
"How can mom clean so many underwear at once..."
Although I have some doubts, I always feel bad when looking at mom's underwear. Maybe mom is busy at work and only has time to wash clothes on weekends.
I didn't think too much and walked downstairs, but suddenly I thought about installing a surveillance camera at this time. Anyway, the surveillance camera is easy to install. Just find a suitable place to stick it up, and you don't have to plug it in at home. The power supply uses AA batteries as the power supply. Thinking about it, I looked at the corridor wall of the laundry room and bathroom, which I thought was the best place to install surveillance cameras. After looking at it, I walked back and looked at the wooden box placed at the door of the laundry room. The events of those few nights were replayed in my mind again. I shook my head and looked at the end of the stairs. I moved the wooden box to the aisle where it was installed. After stepping on it, I put the very small monitoring equipment next to it. In a private place, after turning on the phone and connecting it, I looked at the three surveillance videos on the phone. My parents were talking about something in the living room, the pot in the kitchen was cooking some food that my father had cooked, and in the aisle on the second floor, there was something going on. I was looking at my phone.
I smiled with satisfaction, put everything in order, and walked downstairs. Although I felt strangely monitoring my home, I felt at ease and inexplicable inside.
What does that feel like?
I don't know, but I feel relieved when I can see the situation at home.
"Dad, is the meat you cooked undercooked..."
As soon as I came to the living room, I saw Sam coming out of the toilet as if he was dehydrated, holding his stomach and looking at Dad.
"Hahahaha... It's possible that mom and Zihan are also upset,"
Dad scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at Sam with a smile.
"Ah? Mom and Zihan are also upset? Hahahaha, okay, I'll cook dinner. I haven't cooked for my parents and Zihan for so long!" Sam looked serious and honest, like
a The child looks so innocent and innocent that no one would regard him as a bad person.
"Hahaha...Okay, Sam will make dinner!"
Dad said cheerfully.
Having said that, when making dinner, my mother still went to the kitchen to help Sam, and my father and I also helped out from time to time. Finally, as night fell, we had some South African food cooked by Sam. I have to say that Lao Hei’s cooking is also unique, and my father happily allowed me, Sam, and my mother to drink beer with him.
"Zihan, although dad doesn't recommend you drink, men always have to go through something. Look at Sam, by the way, Sam, have you ever drank in South Africa?" Dad seemed very happy. He drank a lot of beer and his face looked bright
. Red, tipsy look.
"Dad, I must have drank, and we drink a lot, but I rarely drink white wine. I often drink beer and red wine as water."
Sam also looked slightly drunk, and he was bragging with his father. It was just my mother and I who kept making eye contact, hinting at the funny way Dad and Sam were talking.
"That's it, okay, good job, let's have a few more drinks with Dad."
Dad said, opened a few more bottles of beer, and downed it with Sam.
By the time mom felt they were about the same, dad could no longer stand, and Sam looked like he could still have a few more drinks.
"Okay, Sam, stop drinking. Look how drunk dad is."
Mom got up, cleared the table, and asked Sam and I to pull dad to the bedroom on the second floor to lie down. Dad was also very honest. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down and even purred from his nose.
"Sam, aren't you drunk?"
I saw that half of Sam's face was swollen, but even after drinking, he was still walking in high spirits.
"Hey, Zihan, this is nothing. When I was in Germany, I drank beer as a drink with my friends every day." "Oh, I see..." "No,
Sam
, have you lived in Germany too? ?”
I was startled by the word Germany. Isn’t Frank from Germany?
Sam paused, scratched his head and looked at me sheepishly.
"Haha, yes, I studied in Germany for a year when I was in junior high college." "
Oh, it's good to have money. You can go to every country in the world."
It turns out that Sam studied in Germany when he was in junior high college. I have to say , Living in this world, it is good to have money, and you can do whatever you want. I really envy Sam.
"Zihan, you will have it too. Come play with me in the future, and daddy will take you flying!"
When I woke up again, the bedroom was quiet, and laughter came from the living room from time to time. I got up and looked under the bed, and Sam was already up. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming pain in my stomach. I felt like I got up and ran to the toilet. However, the toilet on the first floor was closed. My parents looked at me in surprise in the living room.
"Zihan, do you have a stomachache too?"
Mom looked at me with a half-smile.
"Ah, Mom, how did you know, I can't survive anymore, I need to go to the toilet..."
Before mom and dad could say anything, I ran to the toilet on the second floor with a sad face.
"Kekeke... Look... Zihan is also having a stomachache now..." I
only heard my mother say something. It seems that Sam is in the toilet on the first floor. Is there something wrong with the food his father cooked at noon?
After an earth-shaking moment, I came out of the toilet limply. It seemed that my father’s cooking turned Sam and I into Splatoons.
I shook my head, passed by the laundry room, and casually glanced inside, only to see my mother's cleaned underwear and bras hanging on the hangers, light green, light pink, skin color, white, light purple, light There are red ones... and even black ones, but the surrounding areas of the bras are different, some are slightly see-through, and some are covered by thick fabrics. The same goes for the shoulder straps, some are normal prints, and some are sexy lace.
"How can mom clean so many underwear at once..."
Although I have some doubts, I always feel bad when looking at mom's underwear. Maybe mom is busy at work and only has time to wash clothes on weekends.
I didn't think too much and walked downstairs, but suddenly I thought about installing a surveillance camera at this time. Anyway, the surveillance camera is easy to install. Just find a suitable place to stick it up, and you don't have to plug it in at home. The power supply uses AA batteries as the power supply. Thinking about it, I looked at the corridor wall of the laundry room and bathroom, which I thought was the best place to install surveillance cameras. After looking at it, I walked back and looked at the wooden box placed at the door of the laundry room. The events of those few nights were replayed in my mind again. I shook my head and looked at the end of the stairs. I moved the wooden box to the aisle where it was installed. After stepping on it, I put the very small monitoring equipment next to it. In a private place, after turning on the phone and connecting it, I looked at the three surveillance videos on the phone. My parents were talking about something in the living room, the pot in the kitchen was cooking some food that my father had cooked, and in the aisle on the second floor, there was something going on. I was looking at my phone.
I smiled with satisfaction, put everything in order, and walked downstairs. Although I felt strangely monitoring my home, I felt at ease and inexplicable inside.
What does that feel like?
I don't know, but I feel relieved when I can see the situation at home.
"Dad, is the meat you cooked undercooked..."
As soon as I came to the living room, I saw Sam coming out of the toilet as if he was dehydrated, holding his stomach and looking at Dad.
"Hahahaha... It's possible that mom and Zihan are also upset,"
Dad scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at Sam with a smile.
"Ah? Mom and Zihan are also upset? Hahahaha, okay, I'll cook dinner. I haven't cooked for my parents and Zihan for so long!" Sam looked serious and honest, like
a The child looks so innocent and innocent that no one would regard him as a bad person.
"Hahaha...Okay, Sam will make dinner!"
Dad said cheerfully.
Having said that, when making dinner, my mother still went to the kitchen to help Sam, and my father and I also helped out from time to time. Finally, as night fell, we had some South African food cooked by Sam. I have to say that Lao Hei’s cooking is also unique, and my father happily allowed me, Sam, and my mother to drink beer with him.
"Zihan, although dad doesn't recommend you drink, men always have to go through something. Look at Sam, by the way, Sam, have you ever drank in South Africa?" Dad seemed very happy. He drank a lot of beer and his face looked bright
. Red, tipsy look.
"Dad, I must have drank, and we drink a lot, but I rarely drink white wine. I often drink beer and red wine as water."
Sam also looked slightly drunk, and he was bragging with his father. It was just my mother and I who kept making eye contact, hinting at the funny way Dad and Sam were talking.
"That's it, okay, good job, let's have a few more drinks with Dad."
Dad said, opened a few more bottles of beer, and downed it with Sam.
By the time mom felt they were about the same, dad could no longer stand, and Sam looked like he could still have a few more drinks.
"Okay, Sam, stop drinking. Look how drunk dad is."
Mom got up, cleared the table, and asked Sam and I to pull dad to the bedroom on the second floor to lie down. Dad was also very honest. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down and even purred from his nose.
"Sam, aren't you drunk?"
I saw that half of Sam's face was swollen, but even after drinking, he was still walking in high spirits.
"Hey, Zihan, this is nothing. When I was in Germany, I drank beer as a drink with my friends every day." "Oh, I see..." "No,
Sam
, have you lived in Germany too? ?”
I was startled by the word Germany. Isn’t Frank from Germany?
Sam paused, scratched his head and looked at me sheepishly.
"Haha, yes, I studied in Germany for a year when I was in junior high college." "
Oh, it's good to have money. You can go to every country in the world."
It turns out that Sam studied in Germany when he was in junior high college. I have to say , Living in this world, it is good to have money, and you can do whatever you want. I really envy Sam.
"Zihan, you will have it too. Come play with me in the future, and daddy will take you flying!"
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