MTL - Dressed As the Villain’s Mother-Chapter 15

It turned out that their family was really poor.

Ji Zhile has been troubled by the fact that his family is very poor. This is the first time he has thought about this serious issue.

But he didn't dare to ask his mother, because his mother was said to be poor and wanted to beat him up, so Ji Zhile could only find Ji Ningyi.

He frowned, and his fair little face was a little sad: "Brother, is our family poor? That's why my mother asked me to pack the unfinished food back."

Ji Ningyi is three years older than Ji Zhile, so he is already a lot more sensible, and knows a lot about family than Ji Zhile. However, Ji Ningyi didn't think much about this issue, but he also agreed with his mother's statement that the unfinished food should be packed and taken home.

Ji Zhile used to like to waste food, so Ji Ningyi decided to tell a small beautiful lie: "It should be."

Immediately, Ji Zhile became even more worried, tightly squeezed the packing bag in his hand, and solemnly put the leftover food into the refrigerator.

Although he is only three and a half years old, he has already learned a lot. He knows that money is very important. Without money, he cannot buy food, new clothes or toys.

Ji Zhile said, "Brother, I won't order so much from now on."

Ji Ning nodded: "That's right."

When Ji Ning returned to his room, he unexpectedly found that Si Tian was there, his eyes lit up immediately: "Mom."

Si Tian said, "Ning Yi, I want to discuss something with you."

It was the first time for six-year-old Ji Ningyi to feel involved in a major family event. He stood upright and said in a serious tone, "What is it?"

Si Tian said: "Ji Zhile is serious about wasting food. I want him to experience poverty. Let's have a simpler meal for the next two days, shall we?"

Ji Ning nodded: "Yes, Mom, I very much agree with your ideas and practices."

People like to be approved, even if the person who agrees with you is a child.

Si Tian curled up her mouth: "That's why I came to you. Ning should go to bed early, and she has to go to school tomorrow."

Ji Ning gave an obedient "hmm", but his eyes followed her figure.

Si Tian stopped and suddenly asked him, "Can you sleep by yourself?"

Ji Ning blushed slightly: "I can."

"Then I won't accompany you, Anning one night."

"Good night Mom."

Si Tian left, and Ji Ning sat on his little bed. If he said just now that he needs someone to accompany him to sleep, would his mother stay with him?

But he is in the first grade, and all the classmates in the class are sleeping alone. If anyone still sleeps with his parents, he will be laughed at if he speaks out.

It's just that he wanted to be with his mother very much, since he knew that after Le was born, his mother never slept with him.

Ji Ningyi lay on the bed after washing himself, remembering what his mother said just now, he frowned a little, and thought of something again.

It turned out that his mother came to him for Zhile. Ji Ning couldn't hide his disappointment in his heart. Obviously, his mother turned out to be his own mother...

Realizing that his thoughts were wrong, Ji Ning shook his head immediately, trying to throw away these bad thoughts. Last time, such bad thoughts came to his mind, which made him lie to Zhi Le, and it turned out that his mother took him there alone. Shopping mall, bought him new clothes.

Ji Ning raised the quilt and buried his head. He knew it was wrong, but sometimes he just wanted to do it.

At this time, Ji Zhile was still awake, he took out his little notebook in good spirits, and began to record what his mother treated him badly today.

1. My mother laughed at the self-criticism he wrote (ps: he obviously wrote it seriously!)

2. His mother asked him to pack the unfinished food.

But just after writing this sentence in pinyin and Chinese characters, Ji Zhile put his chin against the tip of the pencil and thought. His mother asked him to pack because he had no money, so he wanted to save money. It seemed that his mother was not wrong.

Ji Zhile erased this sentence in a very fair and principled manner, and then tried hard to think about what bad things his mother did to him today.

It's strange, I can think of a lot of things easily, but today Ji Zhile thinks hard, but only remembers that his mother came to pick him up from school. The other children are very envious, saying that Ji Zhile, your mother is so beautiful.

Ji Zhile's mouth curled up with joy when he thought about it now, and after thinking about it, he erased the first item of mother laughing at him.

He felt that his mother's coming to pick him up today could offset the ridicule.

In that case, there is no record in today's notebook. Ji Zhile thought for a moment, and wrote in pinyin, "Mom is not bad today. If she comes to pick me up from school tomorrow, I will erase her calling me a monster."

But his mother scolded him many times, Ji Zhile thought, then his mother would have to come to pick him up many times.

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Because he spent a little more time on the little notebook at night, when the alarm clock rang the next morning, Ji Zhile was still a little sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs. It turned out that the moment when his sleepy eyes saw the food on the table clearly Just widen it.

It turned out that there were many kinds of things, but now there is only a glass of milk and the KFC packed yesterday in his place.

Ji Zhile looked at her mother and brother's breakfast in disbelief, their breakfast was simpler than his, only milk and eggs, Ji Zhile's face was wrinkled, the milk was so bad, and the eggs were so bad.

In Ji Zhile's opinion, anything unpalatable is the cheapest. In comparison, the heated chicken legs on his plate are much more delicious.

Ji Zhile was afraid that the two of them would rob him, so he quickly sat down on his seat, gnawed off a piece of meat, and said vaguely, "Good morning."

In Ji Zhile's world, as long as someone else eats something, they can't take it away, but he is chewing while sneaking glances at his mother and brother from the corner of his eye.

They are eating really bad eggs... Ji Zhile frowned quietly.

He looked at the two chicken wings on his plate, they were golden and smelled tempting, Ji Zhile gritted his teeth, pushed the plate to the middle of the table, and said with pain: "One for brother, one for mother."

Si Tian declined politely: "You can eat by yourself, I will eat eggs."

Ji Ning said seriously: "Zhi Le, the leftover food cannot be given to others."

Ji Zhile pouted: "You don't want to eat."

Anyway, he could finish it, but he just felt uncomfortable for his brother and mother who only ate unpalatable eggs, and wanted to share his meat with them.

Ji Zhile finished eating the leftover food from yesterday, and even burped, but he doesn't like milk, so he only took a sip and put it there.

Si Tian saw it, and asked Ji Zhile pretending to be serious: "Do you know why we only eat eggs and milk?"

"why?"

"Because food is expensive, these two are nutritious and filling, so I eat them."

Ji Zhile blinked and asked softly, "How does it compare with KFC?"

He already had the answer in his heart. Bad eggs and milk must be cheaper. Sure enough, he heard his mother say, "Of course KFC is more expensive."

Ji Zhile let out a groan, her fingers intertwined, thinking that she ordered so many KFCs yesterday but didn't finish them all, feeling a little guilty.

At this time, I heard my mother say again: "Drink the milk now, don't waste it."

It was the first time that Ji Zhile picked up the cup so obediently, held it with both hands, and drank it all with his head raised, but his posture was very bold and his expression was very painful.

Why in the world is there such a nasty thing as milk!

It would be great if the milk could disappear one day, Ji Zhile thought so.

Si Tian was very relieved, because this was the first time Ji Zhile had finished drinking milk so obediently in these days, it seemed that her poverty education was effective.

Ji Zhile was very troubled by the fact that his family was poor, and he was still thinking about it until he went to Huahua Kindergarten.

The deskmate Xiao Yuan broke Ji Zhile's thinking as soon as he came to the classroom. His voice was very excited: "Zhile, was the person who picked you up yesterday your mother?"

Ji Zhile nodded.

Xiao Yuan said: "Your mother is so beautiful, now everyone believes that you have a mother."

Mentioning this, Ji Zhile proudly puffed out his chest: "Of course."

Xiao Yuan asked: "Will your mother come to pick you up today?"

In fact, Ji Zhile didn't know, but he said confidently, "Of course."

"Your mother is very kind."

Ji Zhile raised the corners of her mouth happily, and heard Xiao Yuan say again: "My mother took me out to eat noodles this morning, they are delicious."

Speaking of breakfast, Ji Zhile wilted again. The KFC he ate for breakfast yesterday, and the eggs his mother and brother ate were not tasty at all.

If their family was rich, would they be able to eat delicious noodles like Xiao Yuan? Ji Zhile plucked up his courage and asked Xiao Yuan in a low voice: "Xiao Yuan, do you know how to make money?"

Xiao Yuan thought for a while and said, "My father can make a lot of money."

"What does your father do?" Ji Zhile asked.

Xiao Yuan said: "Dad asks other people to sell things, and he just needs to collect the money, so Dad stays with me at home every day."

Ji Zhile suddenly thought of his father, who hasn't been back for a long time, he must not be someone who sells things for others, maybe his father sells things for others.

Ji Zhile was worried, and asked Xiao Yuan: "Can those other people make money selling things?"

Xiao Yuan said: "My father will pay them wages, but if the wages are too much, it will not be enough."

Ji Zhile thought of the KFC he ate yesterday, the 32 yuan hamburger really cost a lot, so the money was not enough.

The case was solved, my mother didn't have a job, and my father's salary was very little. It turned out that their family was really poor.

Ji Zhile frowned tightly, and sighed.

Xiao Yuan asked: "Zhile, are you unhappy?"

Of course Ji Zhile was not happy, he asked Xiao Yuan: "Xiao Yuan, does your father still need someone to help him sell things?"

Xiao Yuan said, "I'll go home and ask him."

"Is Zhile your father looking for a job?"

Ji Zhile: "It's me."

Xiao Yuan immediately shook his head: "No, my father only wants adults, not children."

Ji Zhile suddenly felt even more sad, lying on the table and muttering to himself: "Then how does the kid make money?"

Xiao Yuan thought about it, and said excitedly, "You can pick up the bottle!"