My mom never listens to a word anyone says. Before the school term started, I told her a hundred times that I didn't eat boiled eggs. She said she understood, then secretly stuffed a dozen into my suitcase along with a bottle of Lao Gan Ma chili crisp. During the flight, the bottle got crushed under the luggage. My computer was soaked and ruined, all my clothes were destroyed, and even my acceptance letter got drenched and fell apart. The mess even contaminated the other passengers' suitcases, leaving the whole area smelling foul. She stared in shock, then raised her voice: "I was just worried you'd get hungry on the way!" "Why don't you blame the airport instead of taking it out on me?!" Later, I broke down. I really did go crazy. From then on, the world was quiet.
