Chapter 27.1
Ji Zhile was very excited, the excitement of seeing himself appearing on TV was different from the excitement of being interviewed at that time.
His eyes were wide open, wishing he could write down all the scenes of himself on TV.
But looking back at his mother, Ji Zhile did not quite understand: “Mom, are you unhappy?”
Why don’t you laugh?
Si Tian felt that if she could laugh at this time, she would really be a ghost. Her son picked up trash and went on TV, and then said that it hurts her to beat someone, even a mother could not laugh.
But thinking that Ji Zhile picked up bottles to make money because of her words, Si Tian could not say anything else.
Just bear it, she thought. Then, she heard Ningyi’s voice.
“Zhile, don’t say that Mom beat you in public.”
Ji Zhile did not quite understand: “Why?”
Ji Ningyi said: “Mom hit you because you kicked Mom first. Mom won’t hit anyone casually.”
“You just said the result on TV, but you didn’t say the reason why Mom beat you so that others will think that Mom is a bad person and will beat people casually.”
When Si Tian heard this, she could not help applauding Ji Ningyi in her heart. He is really her good son and he always thinks of his mother.
Ji Zhile also belatedly realized what was wrong with him, lowered his head, played with his fingers, and let out a muffled “Oh”.
Ji Ningyi said again: “And put it on TV, many people will see it. There will be many people who misunderstand Mom and Mom will be sad.”
Ji Zhile raised his head in a panic and glanced at Si Tian. His eyes showed a little nervousness.
At first, he did not want his mother to see him on TV because he thought his mother would be angry when she saw him picking up bottles, but now he feels that if his mother is sad, it is more serious than anger.
He was afraid that his mother would be angry, but he did not even want her to be sad.
Ji Ningyi continued: “So in the future, Zhile, don’t just tell other people that Mom hit someone, because it’s not Mom’s fault.”
Ji Zhile asked in a low voice: “Then if Dad sees it, will he misunderstand it?”
Ji Ningyi said: “If Dad doesn’t know the truth, he will misunderstand.”
Ji Zhile looked at Si Tian timidly and carefully touched the back of her hand: “Mom, don’t be sad.”
He said bravely: “I will tell Dad, I will go to the sister reporter and say it again, Mom is not a bad person.”
Si Tian had never seen this side of Ji Zhile before. He knew that he had done something wrong, he was a little scared, and there was a little anxiety in his bright eyes. He looked at her anxiously.
The child’s hand was attached to the back of the hand. It was soft, holding her two fingers tightly, a little timid and dependent.
Si Tian softened for a moment: “It’s okay, Zhile. Mom knows you just said it accidentally. Just like interviewing with the uncle today, you just said that Mom doesn’t beat people, right?”
Children are very sensitive to human magnetic fields as if they have natural radar.
Ji Zhile nodded: “Because he is a bad guy.”
He felt happy again because his mother always believed what he said.
“So Mom thinks it’s okay and you don’t need to go find that sister reporter.” She held Ji Zhile’s hand in her backhand, “I didn’t expect Zhile to be on TV, it’s great.”
Ji Zhile straightened his chest after being praised: “Yes, my classmates will be very envious if they see it.”
“But, I won’t let them know.” Ji Zhile said, “I don’t want them to misunderstand Mom.”
When he said this, he was very serious and cute. Si Tian rubbed his face: “You are so good.”
Ji Zhile was a little embarrassed. He took the initiative to climb off the sofa, change the channel, and said, “I don’t want to watch this TV anymore.”
Then, it was changed to Peppa Pig. He said, “Let’s watch cartoons.”
Si Tian could not bear to break the children’s joy at the moment: “Okay.”
She really did not know what was so good about this pink pig, but Ji Zhile looked at it very seriously and giggled.
Si Tian glanced at Ji Ningyi. It was obvious that Ji Ningyi did not like watching this kind of cartoon much.
Si Tian approached him and put her hand on Ji Ningyi’s ear. When he noticed it, he turned his head. Si Tian approached and whispered, “Thank you, Ningyi, for explaining to Mom.”
Ji Ningyi blushed slightly. He imitated her and said in a low voice: “Because I don’t want anyone to misunderstand Mom. Mom is not a bad person, Mom is very good.”
Si Tian was so soft, how could she have a son like Ji Ningyi, how could she!
Si Tian, who was overwhelmed by maternal love for a while, immediately decided to cook for the two cubs by herself.
Si Tian knows how to cook, but the taste is not very good. But now it’s different, she doesn’t have to just follow the videos to learn how to cook, she has an auntie who cooks very well at home. She can give on-the-spot guidance, so the taste will definitely improve in several steps.
Si Tian fried a vegetable and cooked a bowl of soup. She could not do anything more technically demanding. In the end, it was the auntie who finished the rest of the dishes.
Si Tian brought out the dishes with great interest and put them on the table together with the ones fried by the auntie.
The two children were used to drinking the soup first. Si Tian watched them fill the soup, then drank it, and immediately asked: “How does it taste?”
Ji Zhile frowned: “It’s a bit strange.”
Si Tian: “What’s so strange?”
Ji Zhile could not say it either. He looked at the water glass next to him and immediately came up with an adjective: “Like drinking water.”
Si Tian took a sip. It really tasted bland.
It’s okay, she comforted herself, only light soup tastes better.
“Try the vegetables again.”
Ji Ningyi opened his eyes wide after taking a bite and looked up at her: “Did Mom make it?”
Si Tian did not expect Ji Ningyi to have this ability. She was a little embarrassed when someone said it directly: “It’s me.”
Ji Ningyi tightened his grip on the chopsticks and said seriously, “It’s delicious.”
When Ji Zhile heard that it was delicious and made by his mother, he immediately picked up his own spoon and scooped up a large spoonful: “I want to eat it too!”
Just after eating it, Ji Zhile froze with excitement.
His cheeks were bulging. He chewed it several times, and finally, swallowed it with difficulty. He raised his head and looked at his brother silently. Brother lied, it was not delicious at all.
Si Tian did not expect her cooking skills to really improve. If Ji Ningyi likes it, she can do it next time.
Ji Zhile reluctantly finished eating the green vegetables scooped in the bowl, meditating in his heart not to waste them. But when he looked up at his brother, he was still eating the vegetables.
Ji Zhile wanted to say something but shut up silently. Dad said that everyone has different tastes.
It’s just that he did not touch the green vegetables after that.
Si Tian finally happily picked up the chopsticks. She picked up some of the vegetables she had fried and was about to taste the progress of her culinary skills, but her expression changed as soon as she took a bite.
The stir-fry is a bit old and salty. It should be that there is too much salt. In a difficult environment, it may be barely edible, but compared with cooking the dishes stir-fried by the auntie, it is completely different.
Seeing that Ningyi was still eating, Si Tian immediately said: “Ningyi, don’t eat it, the food is too salty. I’ll take it and throw it away.”
Ji Ningyi shook his head and said, “Don’t throw it away, I like it, Mom.”
He once regretted that he did not finish the vegetables fried by his mother, because after his mother fell ill, he could no longer eat them.
Although he doesn’t like vegetables, his liking for his mother can completely overcome his dislike for vegetables.
Even if everyone has different tastes, Si Tian is sure that no one likes failed fried dishes. She seemed to know the reason why Ningyi did not want her to throw it away, so she said: “I will still cook in the future and Ningyi will eat it again, okay?”
She just felt that Ningyi did not want to waste the food she cooked.
Sure enough, Ji Ningyi asked her softly: “Will Mom still do it?”
Si Tian nodded: “Yes, but I don’t like cooking very much, maybe I don’t do it every day.”
Ji Ningyi smiled: “It doesn’t need every day. When I grow up, I can cook for Mom.”
Si Tian said yes and then moved the vegetables to the other side.
Ji Zhile half-understood and said, “So, it’s not that Brother and I have different tastes, it’s really not good.”
Si Tian got an arrow in her heart.
But Ji Zhile then stood up, poured himself a bowl of soup, and said, “I drink the soup made by Mom.”
Si Tian did not expect the two children to show her so much face. They finished a bowl of tasteless soup that she cooked. It really comforted the heart of the old mother who was a little sad about the failure of cooking, just as if they drank more hot water.