Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Passing through the low corridor, when Pei Qingyuan returned home, he still felt the smell of bread in his nose.

During the precious forty minutes at night, Ji Tong spent nearly half an hour on the basketball team, and another ten minutes on the bike ride home with him.

When the countdown counted down for two minutes, it was not enough time for them to reach home, so Ji Tong simply ordered him to stop at the door of a bakery that was about to close.

The bakery at night is the most fragrant, and the soft and soft baking aroma wafts out, so Ji Tong lays down in front of the glass window, looking longingly at the beautifully shaped pastries inside.

After eating a big bag of fried chicken, he couldn't eat at all, and now he just wanted to be bathed in the aroma of bread more, so that he could still be wrapped in the sweet feeling of food after returning to the space of consciousness.

Pei Qingyuan thought it was funny, but still agreed to him, and stood quietly behind him and waited.

The moon shines softly.

Two minutes later, the magic disappeared, and the kid wearing the milky white shirt and blue uniform pants disappeared, as did the small schoolbag, but the snacks enthusiastically contributed by the members of the basketball team were still there, and Ji Tong couldn't bring them back to consciousness space.

So Pei Qingyuan walked into the house in this peculiar shape with a schoolbag containing textbooks and snacks on his shoulders, and several packs of potato chips and biscuits in his arms.

Luo Xiuyun was watching TV in the living room, and she saw the snacks in his arms at a glance, and asked in surprise, "Why do you buy so much junk food?"

The little robot who was walking on the soft grass and looking at the stars retorted angrily: "The breakfast she made is junk food!"

Pei Qingyuan obviously agreed with his words, and said in a cold tone: "Bought it for breakfast."

Being said in this way, Luo Xiuyun finally thought of the white porridge, pickles and fermented bean curd every morning, and finally felt something was wrong.

"Oh, just tell mom what you want to eat in the morning." Luo Xiuyun said awkwardly, "What's for tomorrow morning? Can I make dumplings for you? There are cabbage stuffed with meat in the refrigerator..."

Pei Qingyuan interrupted her: "No need."

He no longer looked forward to his mother's breakfast.

The sudden vacancy in his life has been gradually filled by another special existence.

Luo Xiuyun didn't understand what he meant, but raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "How can I skip breakfast! Do you really want to eat these junk foods? Don't be stubborn, just stop eating porridge from now on."

Pei Qingyuan ignored her and walked into the room.

Because Ji Tong in his mind is holding up the loudspeaker and shouting loudly: "Tomorrow morning, let's eat roasted cold noodles, add two eggs and two sausages!"

Before Luo Xiuyun could react, she saw Pei Qingyuan close the door behind her backhand, and she was ashamed when she touched her.

"You child—!"

With a look of resentment on her face, she raised her hand and knocked heavily on the door: "I haven't finished talking, why did you enter the room? Come out, how can you treat your mother like this?"

It took a while before Pei Qingyuan's cold answer came: "I'm very busy doing my homework."

The door didn't move at all, Luo Xiuyun stood there for a while, she had nothing to do with him, so she could only sit back on the sofa angrily.

She deliberately turned up the volume of the TV, hoping that Pei Qingyuan would come out on his own initiative, but the door remained motionless, and another carefree voice was greeted instead.

"Sister, I heard the TV sound from a long way in the corridor, what are you doing?"

Luo Zhichang came back from get off work, he was wearing a brand new security uniform, he looked like a human.

As soon as he saw Luo Xiuyun's angry face, Luo Zhichang understood: "Hey, you are angry with your eldest nephew, what is he doing?"

Luo Xiuyun restrained her expression a little, and asked her younger brother habitually: "Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

As soon as she stood up, Luo Zhichang sat down on the sofa and took her place with peace of mind: "I'm hungry, sister cook me a bowl of noodles."

He casually picked up the remote control and switched to the sports channel, the volume remained unchanged, and the passionate voice of the commentator instantly spread throughout the small room.

"Nearly missed this game." Luo Zhichang threw off his slippers and dangled his feet on the coffee table, "My nephew is the same, he should wait for me to go home together, isn't he riding a bicycle? I'm tired all day, take me It’s such a good ride, I still have to take a coworker’s little electric donkey back.”

Luo Xiuyun took vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, and complained casually: "He went to the supermarket and bought a lot of junk food."

"Going to the supermarket?" Luo Zhichang clicked his tongue, "Where did you get so much pocket money? I don't know how to be filial to the elders in the family."

Luo Xiuyun didn't vent her anger, but was provoked by him again, and said indiscriminately: "Don't forget about the other elders!"

When she came back, she had this attitude, she didn't treat her like a mother at all!

She walked into the kitchen with her slippers drooping, and she could still hear Luo Zhichang's nagging complaints.

"If you want to say that, it's true. I met him several times in school these two days, and he didn't greet me. Do you look down on my uncle who is a security guard? Still thinking about the good life at Pei's house... "

"However, having said that, I also entrusted him with his blessing. This job is still very comfortable. Everyone knows that I came in through connections, and they are all polite to me. Some people try to find out who I entrusted. Relationship, hey, sister, you should be patient with my nephew, he is useful..."

The gossip echoed in the noisy cheers of the game, and they didn't think that Pei Qingyuan could hear these words, or that it didn't matter that they heard them.

Luo Xiuyun was chopping vegetables vigorously, the kitchen knife made a sound of thumping on the cutting board, the water in the pot boiled, she threw the noodles in, then stood in front of the gas stove staring at the boiling water in a daze.

How could her son have such a personality?

If it's still Lin Yan...

Probably because of a tacit understanding, Luo Xiuyun's cell phone rang in her trouser pocket. She came to her senses and took it out to see that it happened to be Lin Yan's news.

No, it was Pei Yan, Luo Xiuyun quietly corrected her habits over the years in her heart.

[How is it going? ]

After Pei Yan returned to Pei's house, she often had contact with her. Luo Xiuyun flipped through the previous chat records, and the anger in her heart was gradually calmed down.

[Mom, I have tried my best to persuade my parents, they will not make things difficult for you anymore. ]

[Mom, you have to pay more attention to your body when you are alone, and ask your uncle to help you more often. ]

[Mom, my family is hosting a welcome banquet for me today, many people are coming, unfortunately it is not suitable to invite you, I will take pictures for you later. ]

…

Full of warmth, she ignored the only difference in the message Pei Yan sent tonight.

He didn't call her mom anymore.

Satisfied, she slid the chat interface to the bottom, hurriedly wiped the water stains on her palms on her apron, and began to reply to messages.

[Mom is fine. I just made taro stew tonight. It was your favorite food before. Has anyone over there made it for you? ]

[Even Qingyuan, he still doesn't listen to me...not as sensible as you, alas. ]

She forgot about the gradually boiling noodles in the pot, and devoted herself to vomit bitterness to her once closest son.

This is her only comfort now.

In the following days, Pei Qingyuan never had breakfast at home again.

He got up on time at six o'clock every morning, and he didn't need anyone to urge him. He didn't even stay in bed like Pei Yan did occasionally.

When Pei Qingyuan went out to school, Luo Zhichang was still snoring on the floor in the living room. It was late at night when he came back, and he would carry a bag of junk food from time to time. When I came out to take a shower and brush my teeth, the timing was just right every time, as if a surveillance camera had been installed in the living room.

Luo Xiuyun always feels that this son just treats his home as a hotel and simply comes back to sleep. The two of them can only meet for a short time every day, and Pei Qingyuan seldom talks to her proactively.

She was angry, so she also competed with her son, unwilling to take the initiative to lower her face, but after he went out, she would go into his room to check the snacks, thinking of putting them away, so as not to let him eat these messy things.

In the end, Luo Xiuyun couldn't find where the snacks that Pei Qingyuan brought back the night before were hidden, as if there was a black hole in his room that could swallow everything.

In this small room, the bed was neatly made, the table was clean, and many books that Luo Xiuyun couldn't understand were arranged in order in the cardboard boxes. Sloppy and lazy are totally different things.

Luo Xiuyun looked at the appearance in this room, and her anger slowly dissipated again, because she couldn't fault her at all, except that Pei Qingyuan's attitude towards her was not intimate enough, in other respects, he was clearly a perfect child.

I don't know how this kid's grades are, whether he can be as good as Pei Yan and be admitted to a good university.

In her impression, children from rich families are always loose and free, and don't focus on studying, so she was worried that Pei Yan would be spoiled after returning home.

Luo Xiuyun hardly knew about Pei Qingyuan's life in Pei's family, because everyone was concerned about Pei Yan's mood at the time, and didn't want to mention Pei Qingyuan's affairs too much in front of him, including the transfer of schools later, which was also arranged by Pei Minghong and his wife. Xiuyun didn't know much about it.

She stood beside Pei Qingyuan's bed, sighed silently, and comforted herself that Pei Qingyuan just didn't get used to it, and the relationship between the two of them would gradually improve in the future.

After all, after Pei Qingyuan returned to Luo's house, she was his only relative.

Besides her, who else could he rely on?

On the side of the road with autumn leaves falling, Pei Qingyuan ate a breakfast that was not repeated for a week. When he ate fried buns that he had never eaten before under the guidance of Ji Tong on the eighth morning, he finally couldn't help asking: " How do you know there are so many delicious foods?"

Ji Tong ate a whole bag of fried buns, feeling that his kindergarten body was about to burst, so he could only stand up and walk around Pei Qingyuan, honestly said: "Part of it is in Gao...ah no, Fu Chengze and him Some of them were collected from my friends, and some of them were summed up by searching various food and social networking sites for information about the food near No. 2 Middle School through keywords.”

"According to my estimation, we can continue to eat in different ways for another 12 days. If the host is willing to try some changes in taste, such as changing from water chestnut meat filling to chicken drumstick filling, then we should be able to eat it until the host graduates from high school."

At this moment, Ji Tong showed his true AI qualities, and bowed politely to him with his short hands in front of him: "I hope the host will be satisfied with my service, remember to give me a good review."