Chapter 1 (1/2)
”Jingling jingling!!!”
The harsh alarm clock sounded madly, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.
In a slightly messy room, a little rough hand stretched out from the quilt, skillfully grasped the alarm clock at the head of the bed and cut off its ring.
”Click.”
As the alarm clock was cut off, a monkey idol at the head of the bed was pulled by something, fell straight back, and the back of his head accurately hit an insignificant button behind it.
Then there was a slight sound of mechanical transmission. The bed board of the little hand owner's bed suddenly collapsed, and kraft Lee, who was still in a hazy state, fell down without suspense.
Then
”Ah --!!!”
The shrieks, which were more harsh than the previous alarm clock, kept ringing. Claft, who was stunned, suddenly sat up from a pile of shrieking chickens with his ears covered.
……
Kraft rubbed the head of his chicken nest and staggered down the stairs. At this time, his mind was still buzzing. Coupled with the low blood sugar when he got up early, he was afraid he couldn't recover for a while.
Dizzy, with his old habits, Claude walked to the table with a drunken pace, sat down, stared at the table, and yawned from time to time.
It was not until Mr. Li, Kraft's adoptive father, put breakfast in front of him that he excited his spirit and returned from his wandering outside.
”It seems that the new way of getting up you prepared for yourself works well,” Mr. Li took out two bottles of milk from the refrigerator, put one of them in front of kraft, and then added: ”it's just a little noisy. I was scared downstairs.”
”Bread and milk again...”
Instead of answering his adoptive father's topic, kraft took a baguette and bit it hard, complaining vaguely.
”We are Chinese. Even if we don't have preserved eggs, lean meat porridge and pancakes and fruits, we should at least eat steamed stuffed buns and soybean milk!”
”I'm sorry, kraft, I can't do any of those things.”
Mr. Li sat opposite Kraft with a smile and nibbled at it with a root stick.
”So you'd better find me a mother quickly,” urged Kraft, waving his gnawed stick. ”You must be a Chinese American woman who can cook.”
”Do you urge me to get married all day just to find yourself a cook?”
Mr. Li's face was black, and the magic stick in his hand was not fragrant for a moment.
”Well... Isn't that what the saying goes...” Kraft shrunk his head and argued hard: ”well... Milk is mother? you 're right! That's it! ”
”Alas... This sentence is not used like that...”
Mr. Li sighed helplessly, and his words were full of fatigue.
”Oh, that's almost what I mean.” Kraft smiled and waved his hand. ”Just understand the spirit.”
”If you really want to eat steamed stuffed bun and fried dough sticks, I can help you order meals in fumanlou.”
Although Kraft is only his adopted son, the friendship between them is not just that of the adopter and adopted, so Mr. Li has no difference between Kraft and his own son.
”Forget it,” Kraft resolutely refused. ”The price of Liao pangzi's shop is too dark to afford.”
”I can still afford it,” said Mr. Li with a happy smile. ”I can be regarded as a rich man now. I can't save as much as before, and can't you make money yourself? I'm really greedy, so I'll go to fumanlou to have a good meal. ”
”Forget it, the bread is good,” Kraft gulped his magic wand into his mouth and swallowed it with two mouthfuls of milk. ”I don't even make enough money to buy new materials. As for Martin, you'd better keep your money to help those people in feast.”
After a quick breakfast, kraft picked up his schoolbag and walked quickly to the door.
”I went to school first.”
Completely ignored Martin Lee's roar behind him.
”Hey! You haven't washed yet! ”
”How troublesome it is to wash your face and brush your teeth...”
Out of the house, kraft took out a piece of gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and then wiped it on his face and hair with his hand, even if it was done.
At this time, the school bus used to pick up and send students also appeared at the corner of the street.
”Well, the time is just right.”
Kraft looked at the time on his watch and nodded with satisfaction.
”My scream chicken battle was a great success ~ ~ ~ but it was a little too shocking...”
Kraft shivered at the thought of his terrible experience of struggling to get up from a group of screaming chickens.
”Sure enough, it still needs to be further optimized.”
”Hey! Kraft! This way! ”
As soon as he boarded the school bus, an acquaintance greeted him. The person calling him was also a yellow skinned Chinese American, who was the little owner of fumanlou mentioned earlier, that is, Liao pangzi in Kraft's mouth.
”Good morning, David.”