Hi There, Uncle! Chapter 16

After hanging up the phone, Samson looked at the watch. It was already seven o'clock. He was staying at someone else's house and felt embarrassed to take a nap, so he washed up, changed his clothes and left the room - the same clothes he wore yesterday. There were only spare pajamas in Caleb's guest room, and no one prepared clothes for guests, so he had to get his own clothes back today.

The living room was bright and clear. It was like a sun hanging in the room, with sunshine everywhere. Just looking at it made one feel cheerful. His father... It was better not to mention his father.

He looked around and saw no one in the living room. He didn't know whether Caleb hadn't gotten up yet or had gotten up and left.

Samson was angry with his father yesterday and sent dinner to the patient next door. He didn't eat at night, and now he was so hungry that he almost digested it. He ran to the kitchen again, and found that he had no appetite now, just looking at the dazzling array of snacks last night. The cold wine and cold marinated products made his stomach hurt.

But he really couldn't cook. But Samson felt that he couldn't be blamed. His mother never let him touch pots and pans. It wasn't because she thought that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, nor did she think that he shouldn't do this because of his noble status. He was the one who mowed his lawn. The main reason was that his parents had no talent for cooking. It was said that his mother almost burned down the house. Later, this matter was handed over to Aunt Lin.