Chapter 242 (1/2)

Chapter 242: Yuan Zhou’s Kindness

“I know. But your hands can’t work normally now, can they?” said Yuan Zhou bluntly.

“Fu*k off,” Mr. Ma instantly became expressionless and then he said peacefully. Yuan Zhou’s words had touched his sore spot.

“One moment. Let’s first finish my breakfast,” said Yuan Zhou indifferently. He was now more confident about his previous speculation.

“Are you here to pretend to be pathetic? With the sappanwood on your face?” Mr. Ma appeared to get really angry and hence spoke without thinking.

“No, no. They look nice,” Yuan Zhou gulped down a mouthful of soup and said naturally.

“In my opinion, you are just trying to gain sympathy with that trick,” Mr. Ma insisted.

“If you insist on that, just think that way.” Yuan Zhou didn’t retort him and just answered quietly. Meanwhile, he didn’t slow down the hand actions and continued to eat the soup in the bowl.

“You want to eat the royal dish? That’s impossible.” Mr. Ma refused toughly.

“Now that you say I’m trying to gain sympathy, do you agree to cook the Wu Chicken?” asked Yuan Zhou peacefully.

“Ho Ho. I have experienced much of the life. What do you expect to get with the sappanwood?” said Mr. Ma with an ironic smile shown on his face.

“Alright. I have finished my meal. I’m going to send the bowls back after you finish yours. The bowls don’t belong to me.” Yuan Zhou set down the chopsticks and then pointed at the barely touched soup of the old man.

“Humph.” Having grunted, Mr. Ma stopped talking and just ate the soup quietly. Yet, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Ever then onwards, Mr. Ma spoke no more until Yuan Zhou carried the bowls and walked further away.

“He’s so young,” looking at the back of Yuan Zhou, Mr. Ma said with a jealous tone.

Walking in the village, Yuan Zhou was nevertheless surrounded by several kids.

“Li Ping, is this the person that is similar to us but comes from outside the village?” Of them, a seemingly fierce boy was asking the grandson of the aged man.

“Yeah, that’s him. Huang Hu, look at the red points on his face,” The grandson of the aged man pointed at the red points on Yuan Zhou’s face and then said excitedly.

“Humph. But I heard that was because he had just got stung by the bees,” said Huang Hu with a manner of scorn.

“Yeah, I also heard of that in the morning from my mum,” a little girl chimed in.

“Me, too,” said another boy while standing behind Huang Hu. He appeared to be the thinnest boy of them.

“No, you are wrong. The bulges vanished yesterday, but grew out again this morning.” Li Ping just couldn’t make himself understood when he was worried.

“Then he must have got the red points out of the bees’ sting.” Huang Hu gave the final conclusion.

“No, it’s not. Uncle, you tell them,” Li Ping first waved his hand to his friends anxiously and then said excitedly to Yuan Zhou.

Looking at the red spots on the faces of the several boys at different degrees, Yuan Zhou slightly nodded the head and said naturally, “Humm. Yes, I have the same problem.”

“How do you know it’s the same problem? What if you know your problem is just allergies?” Obviously, Huang Hu was fairly sensible. He straightforwardly questioned Yuan Zhou.

“The main symptoms of the allergies are turning red, aching and itching as well as producing small pimples or red spots. And the major reasons that cause allergies are the natural allergic constitution and the thin layer of the skin. Due to that, some people don’t have the resistance to the external stimulus.” Yuan Zhou first listed all the allergic reactions without taking a breath and then continued after he looked at the puzzled kids.

“But, I got thick skin and won’t be allergic. Most importantly, the red spots on my face neither ache nor itch, which is same as all you little kids,” said Yuan Zhou with a determined tone.

“Can I touch them?” Huang Hu considered for a while and then said earnestly.

“Ok, sure.” Yuan Zhou crouched carefully while carrying the square plate.