How could Zhao Ping'an ever have endured such treatment?!
Even if he scored fifteen out of one hundred and fifty on his English exam, his parents would still give him three minutes to make excuses!
After hearing Zhao Ping'an's excuse that 'I am patriotic,' they even changed the mixed doubles beating to a women's singles beating!
It's a pity he didn't have a Gatling gun in his hand, otherwise, he would have slammed it on the table and yelled, 'Who the hell dares to touch me!'
Although it was just a fantasy, it felt great just thinking about it!
Alright, back to the initial question: how could he survive?
Question: If a sheep enters a wolf pack, how does it protect itself?
Answer: Just turn into a wolf. Or, failing that, turn into a hunter with a gun.
Zhao Ping'an instantly felt as clear as if the clouds had parted!
His entire family of four wanted him dead; how could he avoid dying?
Then he would just kill everyone who wanted to kill him!
So, how to kill them was the problem.
These guys were all ghosts; how was he supposed to kill them?
Zhao Ping'an's mind was working, but his body was a bit stiff.
Dad put some food on Zhao Ping'an's plate and, seeing him not move, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"
Zhao Ping'an immediately had tears welling up, possessed by an actor, and he said, "It's nothing, I'm just very touched. My family never put food on my plate before."
Touched?
It was all an act!
Don't they like good children?! Then I'll act for them. Once I'm armed, I'll hang you up and beat you!
The family of four: "..."
"This is too stupid, isn't it? Getting emotional just from having food put on your plate?" Even younger sister couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.
Mom's inner voice: "So that's how it is. I thought he'd discovered there was human flesh. What a pity, that dish wasn't made of human flesh."
Dad and older sister were simply speechless, and there were no inner thoughts appearing from them.
Zhao Ping'an: Oh my goodness, there's human flesh in here!
What, are they planning a blind box meal, making me gamble on prion disease?
Sorry, I accidentally started complaining.
Zhao Ping'an quickly tasted the meat in his bowl. Oh my, it was really delicious, better than the food his biological mother made!
And it wasn't human flesh, good review!
"It's really delicious, so delicious. Mom's cooking is truly amazing. This is the first time I've eaten such delicious food!"
Just blow rainbow farts!
Mom's lips curved uncontrollably, her eyes softened, and she said,
"If it's good, eat more. Mom will put more food on your plate."
Zhao Ping'an dared not let her put food on his plate and quickly said,
"Mom, we're too far apart. It's not convenient for you to put food on my plate at all. Don't get up, don't get up. How could I let you put food on my plate? I should be putting food on yours!"
"For making such delicious food, I should be thanking you! Thank you for being here, warming all seasons!"
As Zhao Ping'an spoke, he quickly stood up and put food on his mother's plate, piling it on. In less than two seconds, his mother's bowl was a small mountain of meat.
"And thank you, Dad, for your contributions to this family!"
"And older sister, such a beautiful woman, a feast for the eyes!"
"Thank you, younger sister, for showing me around the house, and for being so cute!"
Zhao Ping'an was shamelessly flattering them!
Although everyone says flattery is too obsequious, who can refuse flattery?
Evidently, the family of four all enjoyed it, and even unanimously decided to let Zhao Ping'an live a few more days.
"Oh, he really is a good child. If I keep him for a few more days, I feel like my mood will be very good." This was the married mother whose cheeks were flushed from smiling.
"This mouth is so sweet, he's so good with words. I just wonder how he is in that regard. With some training, he should be quite good." This was the older sister licking her chopsticks.
"Annoying guy, he thinks this will make everyone let him go? It's just a few more days of life, just obediently play with me!" This was the younger sister, smiling on the surface but cursing inwardly.
Dad: "His little schemes are obvious, but this quality of meat is rare. Keep him for a few more days, fatten him up, then slaughter him and eat him."
Zhao Ping'an smiled brightly: "Everyone, eat more, eat more, it's especially delicious."
Later, who knows, he might not even be able to eat it if he wanted to.
With Zhao Ping'an being so naturally friendly, the atmosphere naturally couldn't be too bad.
And observing Mom's inner voice allowed him to avoid dishes made with human flesh. As for the others, he just found eating human flesh disgusting; as for other meats, no matter where they came from, as long as they were delicious, that was fine.
After this meal, Zhao Ping'an even voluntarily helped his mother clear the table and wash the dishes.
Mom was stunned, looking at Zhao Ping'an busy at the dining table, and truly felt a strange sensation.
"This is the first time a man has helped..."
Zhao Ping'an: The four-digit predecessors before me, you guys were no good either!
Don't you understand the principle that if Mom is happy, the whole family is happy?!
Dad didn't mind either. He said he was going out to buy something, put on his coat, and left.
"I wonder if there's any new stock in the next block."
Zhao Ping'an would glance at everyone's inner thoughts from time to time.
Older sister leaned alluringly and charmingly on the sofa, eating ice cream with a spoon, her eyes burning as she scrutinized Zhao Ping'an.
"Quite a perky butt, isn't it~"
Zhao Ping'an: Just kidding, the title of 'Perky Butt Male Model' is no joke!
Hiss—but this older sister, she wouldn't really have any improper thoughts about him, would she?
Younger sister was nestled on the sofa watching TV, holding a skeleton-shaped plush doll, pouting a bit unhappily.
"Hmph, this human isn't fun at all. Everyone else clearly rushes to please me!"
Zhao Ping'an: What, if I play well with you, I can avoid death?
You little good-for-nothing, so many people played with you, and you couldn't even save one living person?!
If you can't save one, save half!
Useless thing!
Zhao Ping'an played the role of a hardworking, good child willing to help his mother with household chores.
And incidentally observed the layout of the kitchen.
As expected of Mom's territory, the area was very large, at least fifteen square meters, not counting the space occupied by the cabinets.
To one side was an exquisite shelf, filled with various knives and other kitchen utensils, such as peelers, scissors, and so on.
These kitchen utensils were very well maintained, gleaming coldly.
One look and you could tell they could dismember a person very well.
Zhao Ping'an put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to wash the dishes.
Mom quickly said, "You stop doing that, let me do it."
Zhao Ping'an immediately pushed away his mother's delicate hands and said seriously,
"How can I let you do such work? Look at your hands, so tender. Dish soap is bad for your hands!"
"You just leave it, with me here, this rough work of washing dishes is entrusted to me!"
Mom was stunned. Her beautiful almond eyes scanned Zhao Ping'an up and down. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, then were gently bitten by her porcelain-white teeth.
Her gaze was upturned, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated, as if she had something to say but held back.
Truly a married woman!
Even Zhao Ping'an, whose fetish wasn't married women, felt a little stirred.
