Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

Hearing Zhile’s words, Ji Ningyi was taken aback for a moment. He remembered that he told Zhile this sentence.

At that time, Mom was still ill and she did not like to see him and his younger brother, nor talked to them. Ji Zhile hated their mother and Ji Ningyi always told his younger brother that Mom liked them, but she was just sick.

He did not want his younger brother to hate their mother, because he knew that she must not have meant to treat them badly.

At that time, Zhile did not seem to believe it. But now that his mother is recovering from illness, Zhile quickly believed it and told him this sentence.

Ji Ningyi hummed in a low voice: “Yes.”

Ji Zhile whispered to him again: “Brother, I’ll give you Otto Eggs tomorrow. I want to sleep in it tonight, can I?”

He felt that sleeping inside would give him a sense of security. There were no bunk beds in his brother’s bed, so they could only sleep together.

Ji Ningyi said, “Okay.”

Then he raised his head, looked at Si Tian, ​​and said in a low voice, “Then, will Mom  ask Grandpa Lu to pick me up from now on?”

Just like in the past, it was Grandpa Lu who picked him up from school and Grandma Fang picked up Zhile from school. Now Grandma Fang is not at home, so Mom has to pick up Zhile, but Grandpa Lu is still there.

Si Tian said: “Of course not, I will pick you up in the future.”

She rubbed Ji Ningyi’s hair: “Today is just a special case.”

Ji Ningyi finally showed a shallow smile: “Hmm.”

Today, there are only three of them at home. The dinner is the dishes that Ji Zhile ordered yesterday and they are all on the table. There are meat and vegetables in bright colors and they look very appetizing.

Ji Zhile looked around and asked, “Where’s Dad?”

Usually at this time, Dad should be back.

“Your father has something to do today and he will come back later, so he can’t have dinner with us.”

Ji Zhile took a look at the sumptuous dinner, swallowed his saliva, and said with great regret: “It’s a pity that Dad won’t be able to eat such delicious meat.”

But after Ji Zhile finished saying this, he picked up the chopsticks to pick up the meat. He moved very quickly, without any regret that he said that his father would not be able to eat such a delicious dish.

Just accidentally brought a piece of onion and green pepper to the bowl.

Ji Zhile immediately and carefully put the onion and green pepper on the side of the plate, which he would not eat.

He is not very good at using chopsticks and the things he picks up are always a little different from what he wants. Whenever he encounters something he doesn’t want, he picks it out of the bowl and puts it aside. After a while, he puts it into a small pile.

Si Tian originally considered that Ji Zhile had suffered a little grievance at school today and was ready to ignore this matter, but Ji Zhile was getting more and more excessive. Not to mention that Si Tian liked to eat green peppers, so she could not see anyone wasting it.

“Ji Zhile, what are you doing?”

Ji Zhile hadn’t noticed Si Tian’s emotions yet, so he said cheerfully, “Mom, I’m picking vegetables.”

Si Tian: “Look at what’s on your plate, what you don’t eat is more than what you eat. Eat it!”

Ji Zhile pouted his lips and shook his head: “I can’t eat it.”

Si Tian asked rhetorically: “In your eyes, only meat can be eaten?”

Ji Zhile shook his head and retorted seriously: “There are also tofu and mushrooms that can be eaten.”

Looking at Ji Zhile’s serious and unwavering appearance, Si Tian decided to tempt the child: “You can also eat green peppers and onions. They taste very good, you can try it.”

Sure enough, Ji Zhile was half-convinced, picked up a piece of green pepper from the plate, and put it in his mouth. His cheeks moved. He suddenly wrinkled his face and spit it out in the trash can: “Liar, it’s not delicious.”

His face was wrinkled into a bun and he was quite cute. Si Tian laughed happily, picked up the green pepper in the dish herself, and sent it to her mouth: “It’s delicious, maybe it’s only you who just clamped that piece that is not delicious. Do you want to try it again?”

Ji Zhile hesitated and then shook his head resolutely: “I don’t want it.”

He rolled his eyes, immediately pushed the dish he piled out, and put the plate in front of his mother: “Mom, you eat.”

“How can you give someone else what you don’t like in the bowl?” Si Tian frowned slightly, criticizing, “It’s very rude.”

Ji Zhile was not very convinced, because today at school, his mother and teacher said that he was a polite child. He said, “It’s not rude for me to give you my dishes.”

Ji Ningyi looked at his younger brother and said seriously: “Zhile, you should eat the food you pick up yourself and you shouldn’t give them to others if you don’t like them.”

Si Tian glanced at the clean plate in front of Ji Ningyi, there was no leftovers, so she gave an example: “You look at your brother, he is not a picky eater at all.”

Ji Zhile looked over. Ji Ningyi picked up the spinach, ate it into his mouth, and finally swallowed it.

Ji Zhile’s eyes widened in surprise: “Brother hates spinach the most.”

When Si Tian heard this and looked sideways, Ji Ningyi shook his head: “I don’t hate it, I’m not a picky eater.”

Ji Zhile hesitated for a moment, tentatively scooped up a piece of onion with a spoon, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it reluctantly, as if he was about to spit it out in pain.

Si Tian shook her head, thinking it was better to forget it, and said, “Ji Zhile, don’t eat it. Don’t pick up the dishes you don’t like in the future.”

Ji Zhile breathed a sigh of relief decisively, because he was worried that his mother would let him continue to eat. He ran to the kitchen with the leftover plate and returned with peace of mind after dumping everything inside.

Continuing to eat, Ji Zhile kept observing his brother. He felt that his brother was very strange. Obviously, his brother did not even touch spinach.

Brother hates green vegetables, especially spinach and tofu vegetables. Brother said that the slippery ones are not tasty.

He hates carrots and thinks carrots have a strange smell. It turned out that his mother did not care about it. These dishes never appeared on their table. Even if they did, the two children would put the dishes far away, absolutely not looking at it.

Could it be that Brother’s taste has changed now? Ji Zhile thought ignorantly. His eyes quietly moved over, found that his brother drank a large mouthful of water, then frowned, and stopped for a while. Ji Zhile felt that his brother’s taste should not change. He was about to tell his mother that he was not the only picky eater, when he saw his brother put down his chopsticks, covered his mouth, and quickly ran towards the bathroom.

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Translator’s Comment:

I remember that when I was a child like Zhile, I also hate vegetable and milk the most 

But, not like Si Tian, my mother forced me to eat them till finish… T.T

Every morning was like a battlefield. Oh, my miserable childhood!

How about you guys?