Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Peking University People's Hospital.

Zhou Hui handed the peeled apple to his uncle on the hospital bed, carefully wiped the fruit knife and put it away.

"I'm sorry for asking for leave to come and accompany me." My uncle held the apple with an apologetic look on his face.

Zhou Hui: "Uncle, don't say that. Isn't it my duty to take care of you when you are in the hospital?"

He broke his leg two days ago, and his right leg was covered in a thick cast and hung high.

The uncle took a bite of the apple, looked at him and said, "You seem to be in a good mood today."

"Well, I met my friend's sister on the way here. She's a very funny kid." Zhou Hui laughed and told his uncle what Ji Shumiao did on the bus, making his uncle laugh.

The laughter stopped abruptly with the arrival of the tall and fat woman. The aunt stood at the door of the ward with a thermos bucket, looking coldly at the uncle and nephew.

Zhou Hui picked up the kettle and went out: "I'll go get a kettle of hot water."

My aunt's eyes were like a knife, and she pushed him away inch by inch.

My uncle sighed and sat up. This kind of scene had happened countless times. He really didn't know what to say. Whatever he said would be wrong and would only make Zhou Hui's situation worse.

The thermos was placed heavily on the bedside. My aunt let out a breath and said stiffly, "I'm sorry to disturb your family happiness."

"I did not say anything."

"You said it in your heart!" Auntie glared at him, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking? If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. He has a real father, but you insist on showing off and inviting the God of Plague into your home as if he were a treasure!"

"What plague god? How did this child offend you? When have we ever been anything but respectful to you?"

"It's the Plague God. Ever since he came to our house, our lives have become increasingly difficult. Isn't it all his fault that you're lying in bed now?!"

"How did he hurt me? I fell down by myself, what does it have to do with Zhou Hui?"

"If it weren't for him, would you be able to work three jobs a day? Would you be able to break your leg?"

"Isn't it because you want Tianlu to learn the violin that I have to be so tired?"

My aunt was immediately furious: "Okay! Yu Changmiao, you remember so clearly that your own son spent your money, but you didn't say a word when someone else spent your money..."

……

The quarrel repeated itself, and Zhou Hui leaned tiredly against the wall outside the ward.

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Ji Shumiao planned for the whole night and felt that it would be better to take the initiative. If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain.

The next day was the weekend, and Ji Shumiao got up early and used the matcha he bought yesterday to make matcha custard lava mooncakes and matcha jasmine snow skin mooncakes. Xie Cuilan, who was helping, was stunned - there were such mooncakes!

It was already noon when everything was ready. Ji Shumiao picked up her phone and called Lu Liangjing: "Sister Xiaojing, is Uncle Lu home? I made mooncakes and wanted to bring them to you to try this afternoon."

The round table in the Lu family restaurant, which could accommodate twenty people, was filled with delicacies, but there were only six people sitting on it, and the person sitting at the head of the table was not Lu Yonghe.

"Wait a minute." Lu Liangjing covered the microphone of his phone, walked quickly to Lu Yonghe's side, and whispered in his ear, "Dad, Miaomiao said she made mooncakes and wanted to send them over."

Lu Yonghe nodded in agreement, and Lu Liangjing took his phone and left the restaurant.

Lu Binghe asked: "Is this the child you were talking about?"

Lu Binghe, who had been immersed in officialdom for many years, was less shrewd and more steady and dignified than Lu Yonghe. The two brothers had similar facial features, but Lu Binghe's face was fuller and rounder, making him look more amiable and approachable - at least that's what it seemed.

"Yes, I was planning to arrange a meeting even if she didn't come." Lu Yonghe replied, "I know you have doubts, but don't jump to conclusions."

Lu Binghe nodded: "You are not one of those frivolous and manic people. I believe what you say."

Mrs. Lan quietly served the two brothers hot soup. Lu Liangchen paid no attention to what was happening outside and focused on eating.

Lu Liangshi, who was sitting the farthest away, had a gloomy expression on his face, and the fingers holding the chopsticks turned slightly white.

What is there that a little girl like Lu Liangjing can know but cannot tell him?

Lu Liangjing actually didn't know the specific reason why her father valued Ji Shumiao, but she was not curious.

Being obedient is the way for her and her mother to survive in this family.