After Being Robbed of Mooncakes on the High-speed Train, I Went Crazy
by Cat
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, I made a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus mooncakes and went to my boyfriend's house to celebrate the festival. On the high-speed train, a child pointed at my plate of mooncakes and cried loudly, insisting on eating it. The child's mother looked matter-of-fact: "The child is young and immature, just give it to him, isn't it just a few mooncakes?" The aunt on the side also said, "It's a holiday, don't worry about the child." Her boyfriend, who has always been a good man, handed over the bag when he picked it up. I held his hand and my voice was as cold as ice. "If you dare to give him this mooncake, we will break up immediately." The boyfriend was confused. "Are you crazy? It's a big holiday, what's the big deal for a few mooncakes?" I looked at the child who was still acting and rolling around with a determined look in my eyes. "I don't care, just give it to him and break up!"
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