Unfair Love of Mr Mu - chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next day when I woke up, it was already noon. The boss specially allowed me to rest for a day because I had been on a business trip for a week. My stomach was aching from hunger, so I got up and made some food to eat, and then I started to clean up the room.

To be honest, I especially wanted to be hypocritical like in the TV series, such as “throwing out all his things and not having his breath in the room” and so on. But in fact, what I threw out was just what I bought for him that he never used. For him, this place is just a free hotel that he occasionally stays in, and he has never taken this place as home. He has no attachment to this place, so how could he leave his breath here.

What really needs to be cleaned up is the bedroom. The room is still the same as yesterday. The rest is fine, but the bed is a mess. I held back the desire to vomit and reached out to turn the bed sheet over. Fortunately, I didn’t see anything on it, otherwise, I think I would vomit on the bed.

In fact, I really wanted to drag the bed out and throw it away, but unfortunately, the bedroom door really doesn’t allow it, so I had to change everything that could be changed as much as possible. The quilt cover, sheet, and pillowcase were all washed. I prepared to give the old quilt core to the old lady who collects garbage downstairs after they dried. Then I cleaned the house thoroughly, lay on the sofa and looked at the clean and tidy room, and I felt a little more comfortable. It’s almost time for dinner, and I’m ready to reward myself with a good meal.

Qinxiang Garden’s hot pot has always been my favorite.

In fact, what people care about when they eat hot pot is just the lively atmosphere. A group of people sit around, the thick soup is boiling, and the hot air steams people’s faces red. Everyone is grabbing and fighting, making a mess, and the laughter almost lifts the roof.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a small group that can accommodate me, and I don’t have a friend who can come out to drink with me when I call. So I can only sit in the hall alone.

A person occupies a table, a person faces a hot pot.

Now is the best time for business, and the hall is full of people. I looked up and scanned around, and only my table is a person. I felt a bit ashamed and could only frequently look down at my mobile phone, making a pose that I was waiting for someone to come. In fact, I know that I am so stupid, such a big place, so lively and joyful, who will pay attention to a stranger in the corner.

Sitting at the table next to me is a young couple. The girl mumbled that the soup base was spicy and she couldn’t eat it, so the boy asked the waiter to bring a bowl of clear soup, took out the vegetables and rinsed off the red oil and chili in the clear soup, and then put it into the girl’s bowl, helplessly saying, “I told you that you can’t eat spicy food, and you have to order spicy food.” The girl pouted, “I just wanted to eat spicy food.” The boy pinched her nose dotingly.

I looked at the boiling soup in front of me and became dizzy. When I ate with Yi Tian, I always only cared about him and not myself. What he likes to eat or what I think is delicious, all are put into his bowl and I don’t leave any for myself. Once he was sick and said he wanted to drink porridge. When I brought the porridge to him, he had already fallen asleep. At that time, he hadn’t eaten all day, and I woke him up, thinking about coaxing him to eat a little bit. As soon as I brought the porridge to him, he slapped it, and the bowl was knocked over. The just-cooked porridge fell on my leg, and I was immediately scalded with blisters. During that period, every step I took, the friction between the trouser material and the scalded skin was very painful, like being burned by fire.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the corner of my clothes, and I came back to my senses. I turned my head and saw a three-year-old boy with big eyes wide open, looking at me. Maybe the hall was a bit hot, and the baby’s red face was like a big apple.

I smiled and teased him, “Does the baby have something to do with Uncle?”

The baby frowned and thought, thinking of something that “has something to do.”

A woman came over with a bowl behind her, and as soon as she saw me, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the child is naughty, didn’t you cause any trouble?”

I smiled and shook my head, “The baby is very cute.”

The woman smiled at me, with the pride of being a mother on her face.

Seeing his mother coming, the baby ran away with his little legs. The woman chased after him helplessly, coaxing, “Hao Hao, eat one more mouthful, okay? If you don’t eat, mom will eat it, ‘wow’ mom will really eat your rice!”

I looked at the back of the young mother, listening to her coaxing child those naive and cute words, and felt a sour and painful heart for no reason. I gritted my teeth to hold back the moisture in my eyes, it’s too shameful and too pitiful, how can I even envy a few-year-old child.

This meal was not delicious, and in the end, I almost left the place like escaping.

When I got on the bus, there were only a few people in the car. Looking at those people sitting on the single seat as if they were as lonely as me, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little comforted in my heart.

I’m unlucky, and I hope that everyone in the world is struggling in pain. Seeing other people’s happiness and smiles, I feel jealous and unwilling. Such an ugly self makes me feel very disgusting.

I leaned my head against the window, and the neon lights outside were flashing. The streets were still lively and prosperous, but my heart was desolate, as quiet as death.

When I got to a certain station, the bus stopped, and a girl in her 20s got on the bus, talking on the phone about something. She looked around and sat behind me.

“Dad! I heard from mom that you sneaked wine again, didn’t you?!” The girl’s voice was not very loud, but it was very clear in the empty bus, and some people looked at her.

The girl didn’t care about other people’s eyes and continued to talk on the phone, “What do you mean by reporting! Mom is still for your own good!”

“If I hear that you are drinking again, I won’t come back during the holiday, and I won’t come back in the future! You can find another daughter!” Some people on the bus laughed. Although the girl was a bit willful and rude, it was clear that she was a very filial daughter.

“Hmm, that’s more like it! Dad… I miss your dishes so much… Yeah, I want to eat potatoes with beef! Braised eggplant! Salted shrimp and cola chicken wings!… Yeah, you have to cook them for me when I go back! Dad, I love you!” Just a minute ago, she was still scolding people, and now she has become a little daughter who acts coquettish to her father. Everyone on the bus cast envious eyes, and it was clear that this must be a child who was cherished and cared for since childhood.

I tried my best to open my eyes and look out of the window, but I didn’t know why my sight was getting more and more blurred. I held my breath and didn’t dare to blink, but in the end, the tears still fell down in big drops. I tried to bite my teeth tightly, but I still couldn’t help crying out loud.

What I have been looking for in my life is nothing more than this, nothing more than this.