Chapter 241 (2/2)

“Uncle, I’m sorry. I wasn’t polite to you yesterday.” In the early morning, the little boy ran into Yuan Zhou’s room and apologized.

As the slang said, “Whoever got benefits from others should speak highly of them.” Besides, the little boy found Yuan Zhou was very easy to get along with although he had always been with a cold face. However, it was really rude for him to wish that Yuan Zhou would get sick the day before.

“It doesn’t matter,” said Yuan Zhou naturally. He didn’t really care about that.

“Ah, uncle, your face.” After making the apology, the little was stunned when he raised his head.

“What’s wrong?” Yuan Zhou didn’t know what happened.

“Why are you same with me? You have many red spots on your face.” The boy shouted in surprise.

“Red spots?” Yuan Zhou touched out the mirror and checked carefully. As expected, his face was covered with red points, same to the little boy. He appeared fairly terrifying.

“Uncle, how do you feel? Do you feel bad?” The little boy asked nervously.

“Do you feel uncomfortable with your red spots?” asked Yuan Zhou without turning a hair.

“No, I don’t. It’s just that other people say I’m like a monster.” The boy answered with a depressed tone.

“Me, either,” Yuan Zhou touched them carefully and then said calmly.

“Why do you have the red spots suddenly? Are the red spots on my face really infectious?” The little boy seemed to think of something. He stayed further away from Yuan Zhou as if Yuan Zhou wouldn’t get infected that way.

“No, it’s not. Since the red spots are not itchy nor causing pain, they won’t infect others. It’s very common. Even the adults would have that,” said Yuan Zhou without blinking.

“Really? Isn’t it that only we several boys have that?” The little boy said in surprise.

“Of course not. Look, I also have the red points.” Yuan Zhou pointed at his own face.

“But uncle, you didn’t have them before?” the little boy said anxiously.

“So they will disappear in future. Even if they don’t vanish, it does not matter. It’s not ugly at all,” said Yuan Zhou with a quite earnest manner.

“Is it true? Not like a monster?” The little boy touched his own face hesitantly.

“Certainly not. Perhaps, I’ll also have the red spots tomorrow, but they will soon disappear,” his grandpa walked to him and said with a smile.

“Grandpa, you will also have that?” Looking at his grandpa’s face, the little boy asked with puzzlement.

“Yeah, why not? It’s very common, nothing special.” The aged man took the little boy’s hand and answered earnestly.

“I’m going to have breakfast,” said Yuan Zhou behind them.

“I left there some food for you. Thanks.” The aged man turned his head with a happy smile on his old face.

He came to the kitchen and found two servings of breakfast there. Presumably, the aged man knew that Yuan Zhou would prepare the breakfast for Mr. Ma and hence cooked another serving especially.

Carrying the breakfast, he swaggered through the streets of the village with the red spots on his face. Nobody really inquired about that. Probably, they all thought it was the result of collecting the honey yesterday.

“Did you cook it?” Mr. Ma only cared about his breakfast, not giving a simple glance at the red spots on Yuan Zhou’s face.

“No. My landlord cooked it and I carried it here,” said Yuan Zhou earnestly.

“Humph, it’s the pig feed again.” Mr. Ma answered unreservedly and then reached out his hands into the square plate, preparing to take a big bowl of soup out.

“Mr. Ma, my animal zodiac is Monkey,” said Yuan Zhou primly.

“Scram.” Mr. Ma, nevertheless, answered with only one word.

What the aged man prepared for Yuan Zhou was a big bowl of soup, two empty bowls and two small plates of pickled dishes.

Following a sound of “Peng”, Mr. Ma knocked the big bowl of soup against the square plate carelessly, which made an ear-piercing sound. Apparently, he didn’t use much strength.

“How can I eat such hot soup?” Mr. Ma set down the bowl discontentedly and straightforwardly carried the empty bowls out.

“Let me do it.” Yuan Zhou reached out to carry the big bowl out and scooped out a small bowl of soup. He tried the temperature and then said, “It’s not hot now.”

Only after that did he hand the bowl to Mr. Ma.