The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

Ling Xiao raised the watermelon in his hand slightly and smiled even sweeter.

"Brother, please come and eat the melon with me. Mom said it's very sweet!"

Ling Xiao said as he came to the table holding a watermelon.

After putting the watermelon down, Huang Jiahui remembered that he didn't have a knife. Seeing this, he hurriedly said, "Wait for me for a moment, I'll look for a knife!"

If I remember correctly, I once collected an antique knife in my studio.

"No need. Let me show you a special skill: splitting a watermelon with my bare hands!"

"unarmed?"

Before Huang Jiahui could show his astonishment, Ling Xiao gently pinched the watermelon's pedicle, then flicked his finger. With a muffled bang, the watermelon suddenly split open, revealing the tempting pink flesh inside.

"Watermelon shouldn't be cut with a knife. The taste of the place where the knife cuts is a bit less. Only the one that is directly split is the most delicious. Brother, try it!"

Ling Xiao said this and took out two spoons like a magician.

Looking at her lovingly, Huang Jiahui took a spoon and scooped out the piece in the middle. Ling Xiao thought he was going to eat it himself, but she didn't expect him to put the sweetest piece to her mouth.

Ling Xiao took it without any pretense, then dug out the center of another piece and put it to Huang Jiahui's mouth.

"Brother eats too!"

After hesitating for a while, Huang Jiahui finally lowered his head and took it.

"Mmm, that's really sweet!"

"Hehe, I picked this myself. Come on, brother, the watermelon tastes best when you hold it in your hands and eat it with a spoon!"

“Isn’t it a bit too big?”

Huang Jiahui, who had been well-behaved since childhood, had never eaten so roughly. But looking at Ling Xiao's appearance, he couldn't help but imitate her and directly took half of the watermelon and started to eat it.

"Not too big, not too big. Halfway through, I'll let you try another flavor. I guarantee it's a watermelon you've never tried before!"

"Can watermelon have other flavors?"

"Of course, brother, haven't you ever tried it?"

Ling Xiao felt a little sympathetic. Sometimes children from wealthy families are not necessarily happy.

The more powerful the family background, the greater the responsibility. In order to take over the family, they have to learn various skills and etiquette and social skills from a very young age.

The reason why Huang Jiahui is so outstanding is not only because of his own character but also because of his learning from childhood to adulthood. Therefore, he has never been exposed to many interesting things.

Sure enough, when Huang Jiahui mentioned these things, a look of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

Ever since Huang Jiaying's mother came into the family, his father has hardly taken care of him. From childhood to adulthood, the laughter in the house has never been because of him, and he could not integrate into that happy little family.

Fortunately, his aunt treated him very well, so he didn't go astray.

"As far as I can remember, I have to learn all kinds of knowledge every day when I open my eyes. Even if I don't need to study, I have to follow my uncle to learn how to socialize and how to do business.

After Abao's sister passed away unexpectedly, my uncle became even stricter with me, and I had even less chance to come into contact with many interesting things!"

Even when eating watermelon, the servant would cut it neatly and bring it to him. Then he would carefully pick it up with a fork and bring it to his mouth to take a small bite. He would also use his other hand to hold a handkerchief to catch it to prevent the juice from dripping.

Later he hated eating watermelon. If he hadn't tasted watermelon again today, he would have almost forgotten that watermelon was such a sweet and delicious fruit.

Abao seems to be a taboo topic in this family. Except for Huang Jiaying who always brings it up intentionally, no one dares to mention it.

There were no outsiders here at the moment, so Ling Xiao couldn't help but ask carefully, "Can you tell me about A-Bao?"

"Abao, if Abao hadn't died, she would have graduated from college this year. When she was little, Abao was very cute and soft like a doll. Uncle and aunt doted on her, but she liked to stick to me the most.

Every time my dad punished me, Abao would secretly bring me her favorite snacks and cakes, telling me that eating is the most important thing in the world, and that eating can help you grow taller, so that my uncle would not dare to be mean to my brother anymore..."

When talking about his childhood again, Huang Jiahui's eyes couldn't help but become moist. He raised his hand to wipe them and continued speaking.

"Later, Abao went to middle school and I went to college, and our opportunities to meet each other became fewer and fewer. But even so, she would still secretly bring delicious food to visit me at school. When I was preparing my graduation thesis, my family suddenly called and said that Abao had died.

In the car accident, Abao and the driver died on the spot. What's hateful is that the other driver was a drug addict. At that time, he had just finished smoking and was unconscious, but he drove on the road.

Poor Abao, she is only thirteen years old, her life has just begun, she clearly said she wanted to apply to the same university as me and be my junior, but she just did it because of that hateful drug addict..."

At this point, Huang Jiahui burst into tears.

Sister Abao is the pain of his uncle and aunt, and also the pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry brother, I shouldn't have mentioned that!"

Patting Huang Jiahui's arm, Ling Xiao's mood also became gloomy.

She always thought that Abao was sick or something, and never expected that he would die at the hands of a hateful drug addict.

No wonder Mr. Fu hated Fan Binghua so much when he heard that he was doing that kind of business.

"It's okay. Actually, after so many years, my aunt and I have already let it go. It's just that sometimes I still can't let it go when I think about it!"

Huang Jiahui put down the spoon in his hand and went to the inner room. Just when Ling Xiao was wondering, he came out holding a picture frame.

Ling Xiao was shocked when he saw the girl in the painting.

The girl in the painting is 70% similar to her. If she were a few years older, she would probably be 90% similar to her.

"Is this Po?"

Nodding gently, Huang Jiahui gently touched the girl's face in the painting.

"After Abao died, my uncle and aunt couldn't accept the blow and burned all of Abao's photos. So I kept Abao's appearance according to my memory. I was afraid that one day I would no longer be able to remember what she looked like!"

At this point, Huang Jiahui suddenly turned to look at Ling Xiao, pursing his lips and smiling.

"But I think I'll never forget what Po looks like again!"

Seeing her was like seeing his sister grown up.

After accepting the reality that Ling Xiao became his sister, Huang Jiahui could also understand his uncle's idea of ​​accepting Ling Xiao as his daughter.

It's just a bit regrettable after all, but it's also good, from now on he has a younger sister again.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm very happy that you will be my sister in the future. Really, I'm happy from the bottom of my heart. If you have anything unhappy in the future, just look for me. I will definitely find you the happiest thing in the world!"

"Thank you, brother, but I'm afraid that your sister will get jealous again if you pamper me like this!"

Although she was sad, she still remembered her mission here.

If I hadn't thought about this, I wouldn't have thought these two people were so different. But now that I think about it, the more Ling Xiao looks at them, the more he feels that Huang Jiahui and Huang Jiaying are not alike at all.