To celebrate Bai Yueguang's low-school daughter's admission to a junior college, her husband not only held a grand entrance banquet, but also cooked for her himself. But our son, the number one scholar, who is working during the summer vacation, can only pick up the leftovers for them. Spotting his son dressed as a waiter, Gu Xuecha pretended to be kind and walked towards him: "Xingchen, you haven't eaten your father's food for a long time, right? Try the fish leaping over the dragon's gate that he made for Rongrong." But there was a trace of hesitation in his son's eyes. Meng Xuan looked at his son's gesture, but his eyes were full of disgust: "Eat whatever Aunt Xuecha tells you to do, you are so coquettish, you are as useless as your mother!" As he said that, he opened his son's mouth, grabbed the fish from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it. The son clutched his throat and fell to the ground in pain, but Meng Xuan walked away holding Gu Xuecha in one hand and Gu Rong in the other. When I rushed to my son in a wheelchair, his delicate face had turned the color of pig liver. I hurriedly dialed 120. Thinking that he was unable to move, he called Meng Xuan again, hoping that he would accompany his son, but his tone was full of impatience: "He died because a fish bone stuck in his throat. Just pour some vinegar on him. What's the fuss?"
