"I don't need you to pretend to be kind. Otherwise, I will do it myself." Mr. Ma didn't accept the kindness of Yuan Zhou.
"I know. But your hands can't do it, can they?" Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Get out of here." Mr. Ma put away all his facial expressions and said calmly. His words just poked at his sore spot.
"Wait a moment. Let me finish my breakfast." Yuan Zhou said indifferently. However, he became more certain about his speculation in the heart.
"Are you pretending to be pitiful with the dots of Su Mu on your face?" Mr. Ma seemed to be really angry and thus spoke incoherently.
"No. It looks good." Yuan Zhou gulped down a mouthful of porridge and said naturally.
"In my opinion, it's a trick to gain sympathy." Mr. Ma said persistently.
"If you think so, it's okay." Yuan Zhou didn't contradict him and just said quietly. However, his hands didn't slow down and he was still eating the porridge in the bowl regularly.
"You want to eat the royal dishes? Impossible. "Mr. Ma refused him firmly.
"Since you said it's to gain sympathy, can I cook the Wu Chicken now?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.
"Ho Ho. I've seen everything. What do you think the dots of Su Mu can do?" Mr. Ma said with a funny expression.
"Alright. I've finished. After you finish, I can send the bowl back. This bowl isn't mine." Yuan Zhou set down the chopsticks and pointed at the porridge that Mr. Ma hadn't touched much.
"Humph." Mr. Ma snorted heavily and said no more. He began to eat the porridge quietly, but his brows were knitted tightly.
From the beginning, Mr. Ma didn't say anything until Yuan Zhou walked away with the square plate.
"He's so young." Looking at the back of Yuan Zhou, Mr. Ma sighed with emotion and said with a slightly envious tone.
Walking in the village, however, Yuan Zhou was surrounded by several children.
"Li Ping, is he the outsider like us that you mentioned?" A fierce-looking boy asked the grandson of the old man who lived there.
"Yes, it's him. Huang Hu. Look at the red dots on his face." Li Ping, the grandson of the old man, said excitedly while pointing at the red dots on Yuan Zhou's face.
"Hmph, I heard that this person was stung because he was picking honey," Huang Hu said disdainfully.
"Yeah, I heard it from my mother this morning," a little girl chimed in.
"Yeah, I heard about it too." Another little boy stood behind Huang Hu. He looked the thinnest and smallest.
"No, the bag was cured yesterday, but it got up again in the morning." Li Ping became anxious and spoke incoherently.
"Then it must be a bee sting." Huang Hu made the final decision.
"No, no, uncle, quickly say it." Li Ping anxiously waved his hands at his friends, and then excitedly said to Yuan Zhou.
Yuan Zhou looked at the different degrees of red spots on their faces, nodded slightly, and said naturally, "Yes, I also have the same red spots as you guys."
"How do you know that you are the same as us? What if you know that you are allergic?" Huang Hu was obviously a more sensible person. He directly questioned Yuan Zhou.
"The main symptoms of allergy are redness, pain and itch, swelling, pimples or small red spots, etc. The main cause of skin allergy is the inborn allergic constitution and the thin stratum corneum of the skin, which has no resistance to external stimuli." Yuan Zhou first spoke of the allergic reaction without hesitation. He looked at the confused children and continued saying.
"However, I have a thick skin and won't be allergic. More importantly, I don't feel pain or itch like you guys," Yuan Zhou said sonorously and forcefully.
"Can I touch it?" Huang Hu thought for a while and said earnestly.
"Sure." Yuan Zhou carried the square plate and squatted down carefully.
Huang Hu reached out his small palm and touched Yuan Zhou's face lightly. He indeed felt the small bumps on Yuan Zhou's face. Only then did Huang Hu confirm that Yuan Zhou really had the same spots as them.
"Is it possible that you infected him?" Huang Hu turned his head and asked Li Ping, the grandson of the old man, seriously.
"No, no." Li Ping took a step back and waved his hand hurriedly.
"Really?" Huang Hu looked at Li Ping suspiciously and didn't quite believe it.
"Even if I were to infect someone, I would infect my parents and grandpa. How could I infect him?" Li Ping said with a quick wit.
"You're right." Only then did Huang Hu confirm.
"Brother, what do you think? Will we get better in the future?" The little girl looked at Huang Hu expectantly with her big bright eyes.
"Yes, and so will mine." Yuan Zhou took over the conversation and said earnestly.
"Really? Can Niu Niu also become cute?" The little girl raised her head. Both sides of her face were covered with red spots.
"You're still very cute now." Yuan Zhou nodded his head earnestly. Coupled with his solemn expression, he appeared to be extraordinarily convincing.
"Thank you, brother." The little girl said obediently.
"Um." Yuan Zhou revealed a smile on his face. He nodded his head and then left.
The several children gradually brought Yuan Zhou's words back to their families. Looking at the expectant eyes of their children, even the parents who had already given up all hope couldn't bear to say something like "it's not like that" or "maybe it won't be so".
In the afternoon, starting from the old man's family, where Yuan Zhou was staying, all had red spots on their faces. As for the plant, it was naturally the sumeru pulp provided by Yuan Zhou.
The small red spots were like small hearts. Initiated by Yuan Zhou, the old man's family responded. Those children with red spots on their faces all voluntarily asked Yuan Zhou for the sumeru pulp and then began to put red spots on their faces.
Suddenly, there were a lot of adults and children with red spots on their faces in the Yanfeng Village. It looked like a different scenery.
Sumeru was a natural plant fuel used to dye eggs red, which was safe and healthy.
Since there were more people with red spots on their faces in the village, the children were no longer afraid of the children who originally had red spots. Of course, it was impossible for them to have friends all of a sudden. They just didn't call them monsters anymore when they saw them.
Children were the purest devils. They would never know how sharp their unintentional words were.
When the red spots were no longer unique but became the norm, Yuan Zhou also achieved his purpose.
In the evening, in the room rented by Yuan Zhou.
"Thank you, young man. You really have a way." The old man took the tobacco leaf and appeared quite peaceful on his old face with the sumeru red spots.
"You are welcome. I've taught you the method of sumeru." Yuan Zhou said courteously.
"Now that we have this method, those children will be happy." The old man took a puff of the tobacco leaf and said contentedly.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head smilingly.
"It's a pity that I failed to persuade the stubborn old man to cook the Wu Chicken. But here are some golden needles. You can take them back to eat." The old man was a little regretful. He took out a cloth bag from his back, in which were the dried golden needles.
"Thank you. Let's talk about it when we have a chance." Yuan Zhou received it smilingly. Although he felt regretful that he couldn't eat the Wu Chicken, he didn't insist on it.
After all, Yuan Zhou had basically guessed the reason why Mr. Ma didn't cook anymore.
"Alright. I won't disturb your rest anymore. Come and play next time." Seeing the golden needles in Yuan Zhou's hand, the old man was quite happy. He turned around and left smilingly.
"Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
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