Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 64, Readers
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I ate a large plate of curry chicken nuggets under the kind eyes of my mother, and then lay in her arms without bones, touching her bloated belly.

"You greedy cat, don't overwhelm yourself..." Mom nodded my head and cursed with a smile.

"It's my mother's cooking, it's delicious..."

"Hmph, you guys, now you know better, didn't you just say that those ghost machines are doing well..."

I twisted my body coquettishly, "Hey... Mom cooks the best, and I will cook such delicious dishes like mom in the future."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to make it for me."

"Well, I will be a chef in the future, not only for my mother, but also for children and everyone..."

I said it proudly, but I didn't pay attention to my mother's gloomy face when she heard my words, "You just said... chef?"

"That's right, a chef like my mother!"

"Shut up." My mother suddenly interrupted me and reprimanded me severely, "Stop saying such shameless words."

"Oh my god, chef, do you really dare to think about it?"

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"I do not…"

"To shut up!"

"Oh…"

"You... If you are an ordinary person, you can do whatever you want, but your family background is not up to you to make your temper."

"What family background?" I asked timidly.

"Family background is... do you know what your father does?"

"Dad is... a student."

"Your father is a 'Confucian scholar', a real scholar."

Mother raised her chin slightly, and said with some pride, "So our family is a serious and scholarly family, and we are really decent people."

"Reading is our right way. If we do other lowly jobs, we will be laughed at."

Then he looked at me unkindly, "As the only seedling in our family, you don't want to study hard to get fame, but you want to be a chef, hmph... enlighten me!"

"Go, kneel down facing the wall..."

Just when I lowered my head and was about to face the wall and think about my past, I suddenly heard an electronic sound that was about to rise and fall from a distance.

"The Master said: A gentleman seeks the way but does not seek food; a gentleman worries about the way and does not worry about poverty."

"As long as my son sees clearly, listens wisely, looks warm, looks respectful, speaks loyally, treats with respect, asks questions, thinks about difficulties, understands righteousness, stands upright, and behaves like a gentleman. Does it matter?"

I immediately stopped when I heard the sound, and looked up at the door with surprise on my face. It was my father's voice, and my father came back.

Dad usually loves me the most, and he can save me when he comes back... But my mother is also very fierce, and sometimes even my father scolds me when she gets fierce.

"You unconscionable thing, you don't come back when you need to come back, and I made trouble when I was training my son..." Mom pointed at Dad and scolded.

"My wife, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry? He's going to be a chef and I'm not angry? A gentleman stays away from cooking, and you, a true scholar, don't care."

"No and no..."

Dad's electronic voice sounded a little slow, "Mencius said: [A gentleman is like a beast, he can't bear to see him die when he sees his life; he can't bear to eat his meat when he hears his voice. That's why a gentleman stays away from cooking.]"

"What this says is that a gentleman has a benevolent heart. He can't bear to see cattle and sheep die, can't bear to hear their wailing, empathizes with them, and can't bear to look directly at them. Therefore, he is far away from the kitchen."

Hearing this, I immediately turned my head like a pounding garlic, "That's right...that's right... That's it, I'm also afraid of killing fish and chickens, but as long as I buy it from the supermarket, it doesn't count as killing, and I can be a cook .”

"Goodness, goodness, my son has the style of a gentleman..." After saying that, my father walked up to me, put one hand on my mother's shoulder, and touched my head with the other.

Feeling the cold and hard touch on the top of my head, I twisted unnaturally, and raised my head...but the black toga with long sleeves made of carbon fiber completely blocked my sight.

Stretching out his arms angrily, he pushed aside the soft and tough long-sleeved gown, as well as the big white jade-like hand that touched my head, without any knuckles, pores, or palm prints.

He looked at Dad angrily.

Dad is very tall, and is a standard with all "scholars", with a height of seven feet, which is more than two meters.

I don't know what a ruler or a meter is, but my father is like a small mountain to me. I have to look up high to see him.

He was wearing a toga with long sleeves, and a carbon fiber Confucian robe in the style of ancient Hanfu. The surface of the black clothes flashed with bright white letters "1" and "0".

He said that if these "eclipses" were deciphered, it would be the "Analects" written by a man called the most holy teacher.

Dad looks very tall and mighty. He heard from his mother that his body structure is perfect, not only has the golden ratio in human life engineering, but also fully conforms to the noble vision in facial numerology.

His character is also gentle and elegant, personable, perfectly echoing the style of a gentleman who is virtuous and self-improving.

The only strange thing is that my father does not have the same head as us, and the shoulders are empty, but a 2 feet 3 inches long and [-] inches wide mutton jade plaque protrudes from the collar, and the jade plaque faces Leaning back into an arc, this is the wat (hù, a tablet held by the ancient ministers with both hands when they went to court), which is the symbol and characteristic of the distinguished status of scholars.

At this time, some ink marks appeared on the white jade-like wat board that replaced the head of my father, and then a line of running script with traces of cursive script appeared.

At the same time, the gentle and generous electronic voice read, "Is it because my father accidentally pressed and hurt my son?"

"Don't blame, don't blame..."

As he spoke, he was about to touch my head, but he paused in mid-air.

Then my mother shouted angrily, "I said you two, why are you pretending to be harmonious with me there, now is the time to discuss the real business, don't change the topic."

Dad turned his head and quickly wrote on the wat board, "My wife, don't worry, the so-called children and grandchildren have their own blessings..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I will never agree with Yiming being a cook."

The words on Dad's wat board turned into a knife-like seal script, and the electronic sound became more and more cadenced, "Zi Jue Si: Don't mean, don't have to, don't be solid, don't be me."

"you…"

"My wife, remember that no one is superior or inferior!"

"No one is superior or inferior is not a person, let alone what you think is right. Others just think you are bad, you are low. How can this be so easy as "do your own thing and let others talk about it". "

"Indeed! But doing what one's heart desires, the joy that comes from it, is not compared to being highly regarded and flattered by others."

"Hmph, you've run out of good things to say." Mom turned her head angrily.

Dad hastily stretched out his arm and hugged it tenderly, "My son regards his parents as his ambition, so you should feel relieved."

Mom sighed leisurely, "My line of work...is too bitter."

"All living beings suffer!"

"Ugh…"

(End of this chapter)