Chapter 111
Guaizai's eyes widened.
He seemed not to have expected that Fang Zichen would eat such a large portion of his bun.
It wasn't just a large portion, it was almost the entire thing. At that moment, he was still holding a small edge of the bun skin in his hand, all the filling had been eaten by Fang Zichen.
He blinked his big eyes, as if he hadn't processed it yet. He looked at Fang Zichen, then looked at his own hand, repeated this twice, and his eyes began to well up.
"...Father is a big bad egg, a big bad egg."
"Where am I bad?" Fang Zichen's cheeks were stuffed full. Meeting Guaizai's pitiful, wronged little gaze, he showed no sign of remorse. "You said one bite. Wasn't this one bite?"
"Ah... How can you be like this?" Guaizai hugged his leg, looking up at Fang Zichen. His manner was both well-behaved and pitiable. "Guaizai wants to eat bun. Guaizai still has no energy. Without energy, Guaizai cannot cook rice for Father to eat. Without rice to eat, Father will be pitiful!"
Fang Zichen: "..."
The bun was still in his mouth, not yet chewed. Fang Zichen said, "I've already bitten it. It's touched my saliva now, what should we do?"
Guaizai cried out with a tearful voice, "Guaizai likes to eat saliva."
Even though Guaizai said he liked it, Fang Zichen couldn't bring himself to spit the bun out and give it to his son to eat.
He could only trick him again: "Just now, there was a little bug on the bun."
"Ah?" Guaizai furrowed his little eyebrows. "Then why did Guaizai not see it?"
"That kind of bug, only adults can see it. Children can't see it." Fang Zichen's expression was serious. "If you ate it, the bug would burrow around inside your belly, and your belly would start to hurt. In serious cases, it could even crawl out from your nose, your eyes, or your butt hole."
This sounded terrifying.
Guaizai became scared. "Is that true?"
Before Fang Zichen could say anything, a young boy behind them spoke up: "It's true. Last time my elder brother was pooping, a big bug crawled out from his butt." He held out his hand, raising his index finger. "It was this big, wriggling around, white, so scary!"
Hearing this, Guaizai and the other children instinctively covered their bottoms.
Fang Zichen nearly burst out laughing.
That 'big bug' was probably a roundworm.
Village children often played in the mud. Furthermore, vegetables were often fertilized with night soil (human excrement). Parents were typically busy and sometimes lacked common knowledge about hygiene. As a result, if vegetables were not washed thoroughly, they could carry roundworm eggs. Additionally, when children regularly ate without washing their hands first, roundworm infections could occur, which led to the presence of roundworms in their bodies.
Guaizai started crying, bean-sized tears falling continuously. "Then Father ate it, what to do? Father will die! Father will die! Wuwuwu... Guaizai doesn't want Father to die..."
Fang Zichen panicked.
He didn't know his son would be so easy to fool.
"Father spit it out, quickly spit it out, wuwuwu..."
Guaizai kept tugging at his trouser leg, urging him relentlessly. He cried loudly, and even the few little friends behind him also became sad, looking at Fang Zichen with teary eyes, not knowing what to do.
Fang Zichen had given them candy last time, and had just shared buns with them. He was a good person. If he died, they would be reluctant to let him go too.
The hearts of children were simple and innocent,quick to form attachments.
A single piece of candy was enough to make them think fondly of the giver.
While panicked, Fang Zichen couldn't help but feel a sense of pride internally.
Look, look, my son loves me so much. I'm not even dead, and he's already mourning me. He really can't bear the thought of losing me
Those big mouths in the village...whispering behind my back. 'A child not your own can never be truly raised as your own,' calling me a 'big sucker.' They think I don't know?
Well, that talk is complete nonsense
What does sharing blood matter? And what does not sharing blood matter?
They say a child who isn't yours by blood can't be raised properly?
How could that possibly be true?
Fang Zichen himself was picked out of a trash can by his second brother and taken home. He regarded his adoptive parents as his birth parents and was very filial to them.
He knew this from personal experience, as he himself had been adopted. His adoptive parents had always treated him exactly the same as their two biological sons. Because he was the one who had been found and raised by them, he understood a fundamental truth: if you raise a child with love and proper values, the concepts of a child who "can't be raised properly" or who becomes an "ungrateful wretch" simply do not apply.
Hasn't my son turned out perfectly? Isn't this what being 'properly raised' means?
Ai...
The feeling of gratification in Fang Zichen's heart was truly difficult to express in words.
Right now, he wished he could shout it all over the village, to let those people come and see, but...
He needed to calm his son down first!
If he kept crying like this, Xiaohe Village would flood.
"Son, don't worry. Father is an adult. It's fine if an adult eats it."
Guaizai sniffled. "Re...really?"
"Of course." Fang Zichen wiped his tears. "When has Father ever lied to you?"
Hearing a few gentle words of reassurance, Guaizai stopped crying and began to smile again. He ate the little bit of bun skin in his hand, perfectly content. Then he turned to his little friends and declared, "I just knew it! My father can eat the bug and be fine, because he's a great hero. He is the most awesome."
Fang Zichen's eyelid twitched.
'I just knew it,' he said, Fang Zichen thought with disbelief.
If you knew, why were you crying so sadly just now?
His little friend Liuliu, at this moment, was not on the same wavelength: "But you were crying just now."
Guaizai: "..."
Guaizai sniffled. Although he knew lying was wrong, and his little friends had all been worried for him just now, he still blushed and said in a small voice, "A man cannot cry. Guaizai is small, but he is still a little man. A man sheds blood, not tears. Guaizai was doing it on purpose, just to trick you all! You all fell for it!"
Fang Zichen: "..." At such a young age, he already knows how to boast and save face. Who could he have learned that from?
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