As we sat at the dining table, the dishes that were served had already been moved away. The big fish and meat were all placed in front of my nephew. The whole family was eating with their mouths full of oil, leaving me with only vegetables to eat.
Seeing that they were eating without even raising their heads, I put down my bowl and spoon, telling my mother that I wanted to move out.
When she heard that, my mother looked up at me, picked up a piece of pork ribs with her fork and scolded me angrily.
"With your crappy job, if you move out, will there be any money left?
"Also, if you leave, who will do the housework at home? Do you want to tire your mother to death?"
Those two casual questions made me clench my spoon tightly, the anger even suddenly surged in my head.
I thought she would ask me a few more questions, but all she said was complaints about me. But I should have gotten used to that kind of disappointment a long time ago.
So, after calming myself down, I smiled good-naturedly as usual, glanced at my nephew and blinked while saying, “We have to give our gifted kid the best education. My sister-in-law always said that she wanted to make a study room for her son. If I move…."