Mo Yue sighed, "It seems that this brawny man's head is really ill. He is willing to stay in the illusion world and does not want to return to the real world. What is this?"

Luffy smiled and said, "This is nothing to be surprised. The strong man was just a child at the time. The child is always playful. For the kind of child under ten years old, he stays where he is fun. Naturally. I remember that when I was a kid, there was a boy in our class who liked to eat vegetable dumplings made by my mother very much. He liked to play with me very much, and my mother liked him very much. That boy was sweet, polite and very likable. So he cares, for a long time, he lived in my house and lived in the same room with me. His parents came to him, but he refused to go home, so he liked to stay in our house."

Mo Yue smiled bitterly, "It seems that his mother is a failure. The child does not like to stay in his own home, but prefers to live in other people's homes. The child refuses to live in his own home. Is it because his mother does not cook well? what?"

Lu Fei shook his head, "You are wrong, his mother is a senior chef in a restaurant, and the cooking is very delicious."

Moyue said in surprise, "Oh, isn't this child sick? Guarding a mother who is a senior cook, not staying at her own home to eat, but willing to go to your house and eat the dumplings made by your mother, is it possible? Is your mother’s vegetable dumplings better than the chef’s skills in a big restaurant?"

Luffy shook his head, "No! My mother's cooking skills can only be said to be average, and can't be compared with the chef in the restaurant.

The devil yelled twice, "Ah? Why is that? That child has a brain problem? Since your mother's cooking skills are not as good as his mother's, why does he still lie in your house like a hermit crab? What?"

Lu Fei smiled, "Well, I asked him this question many times. At the beginning, he refused to say it. In the end, he told the truth, because his parents often quarreled, and his parents are very busy at work. It’s rare to get together for a meal, because the restaurant closes very late. When the restaurant closes and gets off work, generally it’s 12 o’clock at night. His mother returned home and had already eaten at home. They were a family of three. The only time for dinner is the day when his mother takes a rest. The chef is different from other jobs. Generally speaking, the chef in a small restaurant does not take a rest at all, and he has to work for 30 days in a month. Chefs are on holiday, because there is only one chef in a small restaurant. If the chef takes a rest, the restaurant must be closed. There are many chefs in large restaurants, usually at least three chefs. However, even so, chefs who work in restaurants still have more rest time than employees in other industries. It’s much less. I remember he told me that his mother takes two days off each month. That is to say, their family only spends two poor days together for dinner each month. However, it is so poor. Two days, it was very unreliable, because his parents had always been hot-tempered and often quarreled over trivial matters. Many times, his mother was busy for a long time and cooked a large table of dishes, waiting for the family of three to enjoy it, but it happened here. When the couple quarreled, his father had a problem. He raised the table when he quarreled. So, one table after another table of delicious food was thrown to the ground. The child waited eagerly for a good meal. He was thrown to the ground by his father, and in the end all was thrown into the trash can. After repeated unpleasant experiences, he became afraid to go home, and did not want his mother to take vacations. Instead, he wanted his mother to go to work all the time. Parents won’t quarrel if they don’t get together. It’s a pity that my mother takes two days off every month. During these two poor days, his parents will still quarrel endlessly. If things go on like this, the lively and lovely children gradually I became depressed and autistic, and even after school every day, I didn’t want to go home. Once, I was detained by the teacher and did my homework by myself. I wrote it late. When I finished my homework, I looked up and found something in the classroom. All the classmates are gone. Only me and him are left. I am doing homework and he is in a daze. I asked him why he is not going home yet. He said he didn’t want to go home. After that, he cried immediately. He was not like an ordinary kid. He cried like that, but cried silently. I saw two lines of clear tears falling down the corners of his eyes, and I was immediately shocked, so I asked, why don’t you want to go home? He didn’t answer me why, just pleading He looked at me, whispered, Luffy, can I go to your house for one night tonight? I was shocked, huh? What are you talking about? He looked at me eagerly again, Luffy , I want to live in your house. I don’t know how to answer, but just froze there, but he whispered again. Today is the day when my mother is off work. I feel very surprised and want to ask him, his mother is off work with him What does it matter when you go home? Don’t you have more time to clean up the room and cook when you are a mother? But I found tears rolling down his cheeks, I understand He felt aggrieved and finally did not ask, so he nodded silently, all right. However, if you say in advance, my mother is more fierce. She always speaks straightforwardly, so just don't go to your heart. He immediately pounced and laughed, okay, you promised me, I finally have a place to stay tonight. After speaking, he hugged me happily, pulled me, ran towards the classroom, walked, and went home together. I thought he was a careless and ignorant child. I didn’t expect that after he went to my house, he went to the kitchen to help my mother cook as soon as he walked in. When my mother was washing vegetables, he was peeling garlic next to him. When my mother was cooking , He was busy handing the soy sauce bottle to put salt, and when my mother finished cooking, he brought it to the table in the living room one by one. Seeing him chatting with my mother violently, I couldn't even cut my mouth. My mother liked him very much and said he was her son, and I, probably when I was just born, held the wrong one. He also chatted with my mother very happily at the dinner table. The two were chatting and laughing. I was completely dumbfounded when I looked at him. I said that this guy usually huddles in the corner of the classroom, like an old dusty old man. Like a teacup, it is quiet, gloomy, and unknown. It's okay now. The shotgun is changed. It's like a different person. After dinner, he has done the dishes washing tasks alone, and my mother is not allowed to enter the kitchen. I still remember that at that time, he was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen, and I was chatting with my parents on the sofa. My mother praised him as a flower. Even the father, who usually rarely talks, praised him and said this child. OK, there is a price of insight, will come to society, better than me, let me learn more from him. "