"The initial screening is mainly a physical exam. The teacher said I have a good aptitude, so as long as I maintain my health, I should be fine."
For the first time, I saw a look of satisfaction on my mother's face. "It's rare to see you being so sensible—I'm not used to it."
I nodded obediently.
"Get used to it. I'll only become more sensible."
Emma grew anxious and tugged at my stepfather's sleeve, but he kept his head down, quietly eating.
This time, I was determined to succeed.
My breakfasts started getting more elaborate.
In fact, they became overly indulgent.
"Here, Susan, today's breakfast is braised pork rice, sweet and sour pork, and fried ice cream. It's important to have a good breakfast."
He then placed a plate of boiled vegetables in front of his daughter. "Make do with this."
Emma looked longingly at my plate, her mouth watering. "Dad, I want the braised pork rice too."
My stepfather scowled at her. "Don't be foolish. You and Susan are not the same."
Indeed, we weren't the same.
The breakfast he made for his daughter was carefully balanced and nutritious.
Although my dish looked delicious, it was all about excessive oil content.
I immediately saw through his little scheme.