Don't think of rebirth.

This was Fan Ziran’s first time kneading dough.

Liu Siyuan helped him wash his hands. Although they were dry, there was still some moisture on his hands.

So, when my hand just grabbed the flour, even if it was the flour that was not touched by water, I instantly felt the feeling of being covered by flour, which was not very comfortable.

As his palms stirred in the basin, the fine powder and water mixed into a sticky paste, which stuck to his hands and seemed impossible to clean.

He could only bite the bullet and, under Liu Siyuan's guidance, rub his hands around in the basin until all the dry powder was kneaded into the gradually taking shape of the dough.

The batter attached to the surface of the palm skin gradually disappeared.

When his palms became smooth again, Fan naturally felt a rare sense of comfort.

Rather, the soft dough is fun to grab, just like the plasticine we played with as children, only a little harder.

Fan Ziran had some knowledge in this area and knew that under normal circumstances, the dough should be placed in a warm environment to ferment.

But Gu Qinghuan told him to keep rubbing, and Liu Siyuan also said that he didn't have to leave it alone, so he just started rubbing it hard.

The unfermented dough is still relatively hard and requires considerable strength to knead it, but for Fan Ziran at this time, strength is the last thing he lacks.

Didn't the monitor tell him to treat the dough as his father? Isn't that perfect? ​​He can't beat his father, but he can beat the dough, right?

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

"clatter!"

Seeing Fan Ziran frowning and throwing the dough back and forth, Liu Siyuan couldn't help but whisper to Gu Qinghuan, "Should we give him the rolling pin?"

Gu Qinghuan thought it was better not to do it: "I'm worried that when he hits the dough, the rolling pin will slip out of his hand and hit us on the head."

Liu Siyuan shrank his neck and stretched out his hand to block Gu Qinghuan. The two of them took a few steps back and stood against the wall.

Fan Ziran's mind was completely focused on the dough. Even though he was beating it all the time, the dough was slowly fermenting and becoming softer little by little.

When it was hard before, it was difficult to beat, so Fan naturally found it a bit difficult to beat the dough. Now that it had fermented, it was much easier for him to beat it.

As long as you punch it, the dough will deflate instantly. And with the dough as cushion, your hand will not hit the chopping board, so it won't hurt much.

As Fan continued to beat him, he also started to curse him.

"You're crazy, you're sick, go to hell with me!"

"How could I have such a father? He just wants to make me angry all day long!"

"No matter how minor the surgery is, I should at least have the right to know!"

"I only have this one father. If——"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his fist hitting the dough also stopped, trembling slightly with his breathing.

Fan Ziran was silent for a long time before he pulled his fist out of the dough, kneaded the dough again, rolled it into a ball, and slammed it hard on the chopping board.

The dough made the loudest snap so far.

Fan Ziran rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand which was still stained with some flour, turned around and looked at Gu Qinghuan and Liu Siyuan, his expression looking a little more relaxed.

"I've had enough." Fan Ziran grinned exaggeratedly, "After this beating, I feel much better."

Gu Qinghuan asked Liu Siyuan: "Do you think the dough he beat and kneaded is usable?"

Liu Siyuan leaned over to take a look and said, "It's kneaded very well. How about baking some pancakes tonight? Buy some braised food and get free pancake crusts. If customers need it, I can make pancakes out of the braised food I bought."

Fan Ziran was really amused this time: "I now reasonably suspect that you are hungry."

Gu Qinghuan stopped teasing him and asked seriously, "What do you want to do now?"

"To be honest, I wanted to run away from home before," Fan Ziran lowered his head, "so I sent you a message, but after I sent it, I knew it was unreliable, so I withdrew the message."

In fact, it is not accurate to say that he ran away from home. He was just disappointed with "home".

He felt that there was no need to stay in that "home" that didn't care about his feelings at all, and his existence was dispensable.

But Fan Ziran knew better that he could not live independently away from his family environment.

"It's indeed inappropriate to run away from home." Gu Qinghuan said.

Fan Ziran lowered his head even more. Unexpectedly, Gu Qinghuan changed the subject: "You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you leave? It's your father who should not come back."

"You knew he was going to have surgery and you knew the risk was low, so why didn't he tell you?"

"He could have told you that he was going to have surgery and let you choose whether to go for an outing or accompany him."

"If he really doesn't need you to accompany him, then he can explain it to you clearly. As for whether to accompany him or not, the choice should be in your hands."

"As long as he clearly says that he doesn't need you to accompany him, you can go out and play by yourself out of trust in him and the doctor, or you can give up the outing and accompany him out of concern."

Gu Qinghuan looked at Fan Ziran and said, "Don't make assumptions about things that didn't happen. The point of the problem is not that, but that you are angry that he hid it from you."

"To put it bluntly, you feel like he doesn't treat you as a son."

"You value this family relationship very much, but you don't feel that he values ​​it. Even if you can understand his so-called good intentions, you are still angry because he made the decision on his own."

Fan Ziran couldn't help but say, "I know, I know he wants me to have fun, but..."

"But when I think about how bad my family's situation is while I'm so heartless and having fun, I regret it so much that I want to strangle my past self." Liu Siyuan interjected.

Gu Qinghuan glanced at him. From what Liu Siyuan said, he might have encountered the same situation before.

When there is a patient at home, this kind of thing is probably inevitable.

"Yes, so you are very regretful now. Even the outing we just finished, which could have become a beautiful high school memory, has become a sin because of this." Gu Qinghuan said.

"Because of his self-righteousness, your memories were destroyed and his good intentions were not realized at all. It was extremely wrong."

"Since his good intentions are of no use at all, then it's his fault!"

Gu Qinghuan slapped the table with his hand: "He must realize his mistake, apologize to you, reflect deeply, and promise not to make the same mistake again!"

Fan Ziran subconsciously shrank his neck: "Well, what should I do?"

He felt that Gu Qinghuan's words sounded incredible, just like what Wang Jiaan said in the hospital last time.

Don't forgive, wrong is wrong, admit it, the father should apologize to him, reflect on himself...

The unfamiliar words made him excited just by imagining them.

He vaguely felt that he was rebelling against some kind of "authority".

But is this "authority" really built up by Fan Yicheng with malicious intent? No.

He also didn't want to step on Fan Yicheng after destroying his "authority".

He just wanted to tear down the wall and be closer to his dad.

Fan Ziran pressed his chest and felt his heart like a leaping flame.

Dad, I want to challenge your "authority".