Chapter 693

"Mom, how could you be so stupid! How many times have you walked this road? Why are you lost again? "

I was on my way to a small town in Bernier.

My name is Wen ran. I'm 32 years old. I have a son who goes to primary school.

According to my family, my family immigrated to Switzerland two years ago, and then settled in Nepal, the capital of Switzerland. The most important reason for immigrating to Switzerland is that I had an operation before, and the chief surgeon of the operation was from Switzerland. Therefore, after immigrating to Switzerland, I would go to the doctor's place for review every month during the two years.

Today is my last review. The doctor told me that I have recovered completely. However, because of the operation, there is a big and ugly scar on my head. Fortunately, my hair is long and covers the scar.

My family said that my appearance had changed a little because of the operation, but they also said that I was better than before.

I came to the small town by car from the center of Nepal. Because it was my son Sihan's holiday, we came to the town for vacation. We had been to this town many times, but I was a road nut. After getting off the bus, I didn't know where to go.

So I called my son Sihan. Although Sihan was small, he was very smart. He should be said to be a genius. He often despised me for being lost.

"Well, come and pick me up quickly!"

I said helplessly to Sihan.

Sihan on the other side of the phone is more helpless than me.

"Then you should always tell me where you are and what landmark buildings are around you."

I said with a bitter face: "I'm on the platform of getting off..."

So Sihan said helplessly on the other end of the phone: "Mom, you are really my idol! Wait for me, and I'll pick you up in a minute

After I hung up, I shook my head in a funny way.

This boy, it's more and more impolite to talk to me. What kind of idols do you mean to despise me!

About five minutes later, Sihan trotted over.

I saw him coming and walked towards him with a smile.

"Mom, if you don't know the way next time, can you ask someone for directions?"

Sihan was running out of breath. I took out the paper towel and handed it to him. He took it and began to sweat.

I looked at him and said with a smile of embarrassment: "I am not stupid. I am not proficient in the language of Switzerland. If the local people don't understand my meaning and give me the wrong way, then I will be more miserable?"

Seeing what I said, Sihan nuzzled at me.

"Mom, how can you be inferior to me as a child? I've been here for two years, and I've already spoken the Swiss language. How can you be so stupid as an adult? "

Being despised by my own son, I can only bear it. Who let this stinky boy be my own?

"Well, well, take me again today, and next time I promise, I won't get lost again!"

Hearing the speech, Sihan rolled a big white eye at me.

"I don't know how many times you've said this, but once you've lost your way, let me pick you up and show you the way?"

Yes, I've said this many times. Who made me have a gifted son.

Soon, Sihan took me to the small town resort.

Speaking of it, this resort also has my father's investment. Because the environment here is good and clean, Sihan likes to come here for a holiday. So my father directly spent a lot of money to buy some shares of the resort.

After arriving at the resort, Sihan left me alone and went to play with his friends.

I came to my daily room, then turned on the computer, made a cup of tea, took a few snacks, then began to watch the computer research cooking.

In fact, after I woke up from surgery more than two years ago, I didn't know anyone or remember, but I had a hobby of cooking. After immigrating to Switzerland, I always studied cooking and was thinking about opening my own restaurant.

However, my doctor told me that my physical condition is better to think less about worrying and exhausting things, because after the operation, I not only lost my previous memory, but also occasionally suffered from headache. Therefore, my father, aunt Qin, my sister, and even Sihan all spoiled me and didn't let me do some mental work.

Looking at the dishes in the computer, I almost drool.

"It's still tempting to have Chinese food. I really want to go back home and have a real taste of domestic food..."

Although all the dishes in our family are made by Aunt Qin, and they are very delicious, I would like to try some domestic hot pot, dry pot, stuffy pot, string string

Too much, too much. It's delicious just to think about it.

So I began to look for domestic restaurants online. I heard that we used to live in Miancheng, so I looked for some restaurants in Miancheng.

Just as I was looking for it, I suddenly saw a picture.

The photo shows a slender and charming man cutting ribbon for a restaurant.This man, not handsome, is handsome, just across the photo, I feel his incomparably strong hormone breath, and his super charming charm.

"This man is really my dish! Unfortunately, I can only see... "

However, at this time, a gentle voice came from my ear.

"Elder sister, what are you doing in the house? You don't go to the resort when you come here?"

When Wenya came in wearing a sexy bikini, I turned the computer off subconsciously, because I didn't dare to let Wenya laugh at me for being crazy about the man in the picture.

I looked at her and frowned.

I have a deep conservatism.

"Put on your clothes. If Sihan comes to see you like this, it will affect his physical and mental health."

Seeing what I said, she said with a funny smile: "sister, what's the age of this? And in the resort, people dressed like me are everywhere. Do you really think Sihan can be affected?"

I frowned and said: "anyway, I don't care, you are Sihan's little aunt, you are not allowed to bring him bad!"

Seeing what I said, she said, "OK, OK, I'll just go. Anyway, there are so many children in the swimming pool. You are too conservative in your mind. Sihan is not as nervous as you..."

Then she ran away. I was angry and said, "Wenya, I'm your sister. You dare say I'm nervous..."

However, the more I said that, the more gentle and elegant ran away laughing.

But when it comes to gentleness, she is different from me. She is a very cheerful person. She has met many people in the resort. Of course, there are many men who pursue her, but they are all rejected by her.

I turned my head and turned on the computer again, took a look at the man in the picture, and then flipped through some pictures of the restaurant. I felt a strong desire to return home.