[Rebirth] King of Theater

"Can you make rice balls?"

Mrs. Sylvie sat at the dining table reluctantly, and suddenly said this sentence.

"You mean the kind of fried rice balls with rice balls wrapped in fillings? I heard that each family has its own unique recipes for fillings, such as fresh scallops in salad, golden crab in grape juice, braised with cumin Chicken or something..."

When it comes to food, Randy can't help showing a happy smile and answering proactively. Moreover, he happily believes that this is a good start and a symbol that he is slowly being accepted by Mama Al.

But Mrs. Sylvie frowned, her tone was cold: "I don't understand what you are talking about, what kind of unique recipe, I have never heard of anyone doing it. I have never put any shellfish in the stuffing, what? Golden Crab, that's the way rich people have nothing to do, they are poor and elegant, and they live a decent life, who would do that."

"..." Randy didn't know what to say for a moment.

Al hurriedly made a rescue: "Mom, don't say that. You also have a unique recipe. Didn't you add cheese to the rice ball last time..."

"I didn't ask you again."

Mrs. Sylvie continued to ask Randy: "Ordinary fried rice balls, can you make ordinary fried rice balls?"

"It should be."

"What do you mean should? Yes means yes, no means no."

"Sorry, I didn't make it clear. It seems to me that this kind of food is very simple to make, but it has not been done before."

"What, didn't you do it? Why didn't you do it? You and Al have lived together for so long, haven't you cooked at home?"

"I've made rice, but I haven't made fried rice balls."

"Why not? Don't you know that Al likes..."

"Mom, Randy is not my hired cook."

Al couldn't help but interjected again: "He also has his own work to do..."

"Damn it, he has no mouth, do you need your help to answer?" Mrs. Sylvie was furious.

She interrupted the eldest son bitterly: "If he loves you, what does it matter if you are busy with work? Think about your father who ascended to heaven early. When you were young, would he completely ignore you because of work? So, you can Don't make excuses for him."

"What kind of logic is this? Is there any connection between cooking and loving me that I don't know?" Al asked with restraint.

"You are still young, my son." Mrs. Sylvie said with a motherly face: "Maybe you don't know much about getting along with husband and wife, Al. But now is also the time. Mom has to be with you." You talk about adults. The most important thing in a man's life is marriage. If he marries a good wife, she will be able to take good care of him. On the contrary, a man can't take good care of him no matter what. Another man's."

It was quiet inside.

Al's siblings all looked down at the plates on the table, and Randy pretended awkwardly that he didn't understand anything.

oh god!

For a moment, Al almost hated Mrs. Sylvie, hated her for embarrassing himself and Randy so persistently, hated her for always bringing out her father who had ascended to heaven early, hated her stubbornness and thoughts that had remained unchanged for so many years Falling behind, he thought in his heart annoyed: "What the hell! Why on earth did I have to bring everyone together? Why on earth did I have to bring Randy to humiliate myself. Isn't it good for everyone to go their own way?"

For a moment, he almost wanted to slap the table and yell at Mrs. Sylvie.

But after Randy quietly took his hand and cast a concerned look at him, he softened again, as if the calmness and rationality that had just been driven away returned to his brain: "Look at God For my sake, mother, please stop saying that."

Al heard his own voice ringing in the house: "Am I without hands and feet? Do I love someone so that I want that person to cook for me and take care of me? If so, why don't I spend money Hire a nanny, hire a cook? In that case... how happy is life?"

"Ah, what bastard talk? Are you happy when you're with a man?"

"That's right, Randy and I are very happy together. We'll get married when we're done with these months." Al waved his hand arbitrarily, and announced with no objection: "Okay, that's it."

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"Now you know why I don't want to take you to meet her formally?"

Afterwards, Al still asked Randy angrily, "What's the point of this?"

"But she's your mother anyway."

Randy took his arm, held it tightly, and said comfortingly: "Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. In terms of unreliability, my dad will definitely play tricks on your mother. You want to hear what he did. I have a big bag to talk about, why did you drive the car into the swimming pool, throw the TV out the window, get drunk and run naked in the street..."

Alton was amused by this skillful act of prostitution: "...Matt will hate you."

"Maybe, but he still loves me more than hate." Randy smiled reassuringly.

"I love you too." Al said abruptly.

And, he continued earnestly and honestly: "Besides this sentence, I hardly know what else to say, but I do love you very much."

Randy laughed, bent down and kissed him gently: "Honey, I have fallen in love with you a long time ago."

"Do you still remember what happened after the premiere of "The Womanizer"?" He looked into Al's eyes excitedly, and said slowly, "You know? I can still see clearly when I close my eyes now." Seeing that scene with joy—you ran to the stage happily, opened your arms like a bird flying in the night, as if you were about to take off, and seemed to be embracing something—you were so excited, you were so happy that you seemed to have the whole world, Then, you looked down at me, that expression, that posture, made me feel like I was struck by lightning, and I almost trembled. I have never seen such a person... Empty theater and stage, only What an amazing scene, you and me, and how beautiful you are. My heart was beating like a drum, and I was a little scared at the same time."

"Fear?"

"I'm afraid... Even if I give everything, I still can't have you."

"Honestly, I don't quite remember what you said."

Al was not very embarrassed about this, but in his heart he was very pleased with Randy's sweet words, so he responded vaguely and tactfully: "Actually, there is no need to be afraid, love is predestined. Arrange everything."

Randy raised his arm solemnly and ran his hand over Al's head.

Then, he said with a smile, "That's what God looks like."

The author has something to say:

【Note 1】The scene that Randy recalls is the plot of Chapter 38.

[Note 2] "God looks like this" is a line that Randy quoted from "The Laughing Man", the heroine blind girl Tia said to the actor Gwynplaine. On the contrary, the hero is the most perfect, light and sunshine, just like God.

PS. Don't abandon the pit, don't abandon the pit, don't abandon the pit, but don't chase the article, read it after the end, I'm too busy this year.