When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The kitchen lights flickered on and off, occasionally sparking, making it seem particularly eerie.

The dining table was laden with prepared home-cooked dishes, and an enticing aroma filled the air.

When Su Ming entered the restaurant, he saw "Dad" sitting in the main seat, with an unfinished newspaper next to him.

"Mom" sat next to him, serving soup to everyone and placing it in their respective places.

The mischievous younger brother sat obediently in the chair on the left, no longer behaving as before, and appeared exceptionally well-behaved.

The empty chair next to him was clearly his.

The scene before me, combined with the flickering light and shadow, appeared exceptionally eerie, remarkably similar to a scene from a horror movie.

"What are you standing there for? Come and eat."

The mother's eerie dark eyes darted around, looking at Su Ming who hadn't taken a seat, and she spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

The "father," who had been silent all along, finally raised his eyes and looked at him.

The younger brother, a mischievous child, also stared at him silently with bloodshot eyes.

As three pairs of eyes stared at him, an invisible pressure suddenly pressed down on Su Ming.

A terrifying and eerie aura of pollution began to envelop him.

We must assimilate him and transform him into a part of the ghost story world.

"OK!"

Su Ming's clear and transparent eyes remained calm, and a gentle smile habitually appeared on his face. He seemed unaffected, appearing nonchalant as he stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

He stared directly at the three people in front of him without any hesitation, as if they were family members. There was no fear or apprehension, only a calm and composed smile.

Even though the three people in front of him might be monsters in human skin, his calmness remained completely genuine.

A ripple appeared in her mother's dark, unsettling eyes, as if she were somewhat moved.

My father's gaze was deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Seeing Su Ming's domineering attitude, the younger brother's bloodshot eyes instinctively darted away.

That invisible sense of oppression suddenly disappeared.

His family members also looked away from him.

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at the food on the table. It consisted of four dishes and a soup, all very ordinary home-style dishes.

Braised prawns in oil, stir-fried beef with celery, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and cola chicken wings.

Just by looking at the color, you can tell it must taste amazing.

A pot of simmering soup was placed in the middle, emitting a unique aroma, with the boiling broth soaking neatly chopped pieces of meat and bones.

Soon, a bowl of "pork rib soup" was placed in front of Su Ming by his mother.

The soup, glistening with oil and steaming hot, was now soaking several pieces of "bone and meat" and a "chicken foot" with a ring on it.

The gold ring stood out starkly against the broth.

"Brother, this soup Mom painstakingly made, you have to drink it all, otherwise Mom will be angry!"

"You'll be in trouble if Mom gets angry!"

The younger brother looked at his older brother with an "obedient" expression, appearing to be a brotherly friend.

However, the slap mark on his face had not yet faded, making his little face somewhat red and swollen, and he looked a bit ferocious.

Clearly, this brat really doesn't learn his lesson!

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"Damn, that soup wasn't made with that severed arm, was it?!"

"Holy crap, considering the screams from next door earlier, it's obvious that the severed arm belonged to the neighbor. It's highly likely that his mother came over with a kitchen knife, chopped off his hand, and took it home to make soup."

"That brat's cheeky face is so annoying, he deserves a beating!"

"No wonder the little brat looked so scared before; it turns out 'Mom' is even more ruthless! She'll chop someone up and make soup at the drop of a hat—who could stand that?!"

"This is troublesome. The reason Su Ming was able to suppress the brat before was because of 'Mom's' influence. In the current situation, it's almost impossible to suppress 'Mom's' presence. The usually taciturn and inarticulate 'Dad' doesn't care about anything and also has some kind of ulterior motive towards Su Ming."

"This is bad, Brother Su is in a dead end!"

"Good heavens! They're actually forcing my brother Su to drink human flesh rib soup! They're inhuman!"

"A handsome young man hiding under the covers is shivering and has pulled his little feet back."

Those watching the live stream were also somewhat bewildered.

Many people with low psychological resilience vomited subconsciously.

Seeing that the chosen one of the Dragon Kingdom had encountered an accident, viewers from other countries suddenly felt they were invincible and started causing trouble.

At this moment, in the hearts of many people with extreme personalities, it no longer matters whether their own chosen ones live or die; the chosen ones of the Dragon Kingdom must die!

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Dragon Kingdom, Bureau of Strange Tales.

"This is troublesome. Su Ming is facing a predicament that is almost unsolvable. He can still use his status as the eldest son to suppress the brat, but when facing his mother, he is at a complete disadvantage. Once he angers her, the consequences will be very serious."

"The problem is, if it's just eating and drinking soup, I can manage as long as I suppress my discomfort. But who can guarantee that there's nothing wrong with the soup itself?!"

"Oh no, Su Ming shouldn't have gone into the kitchen. If he had chosen not to eat and had gone straight back to his room, he might have avoided this predicament."

The faces of the Chinese leaders who were looking at the situation inside were also somewhat grim.

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The world of ghost stories.

Su Ming remained remarkably calm in the face of his younger brother's provocation, showing no anger whatsoever, and even displaying a "kind" smile.

But the more this happened, the more the mischievous child felt a sense of unease.

Although this premonition came somewhat inexplicably, he was now fully experiencing a chilling sense of oppression.

Su Ming's smile remained broad, but a red light gradually crept into the depths of his eyes.

Her clear, transparent eyes were gradually covered by a violent and unrestrained madness.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Su Ming pinched the child's swollen cheek gently, speaking slowly and deliberately.

The little boy, whose cheek was being pinched, instantly turned grim, as if he was about to explode. But seeing his parents at the opposite table, silently eating their meals, he felt a chill run down his spine. Yet, he still stubbornly tried to make a last-ditch effort:

"Mom~"

"Don't talk too much while eating."

The mother didn't even look up, not even glancing at him, and continued drinking her soup, ignoring the internal conflict between the two brothers.

The usually taciturn father simply opened the newspaper next to him, ate his soup while reading it, and remained oblivious to everything else.

Just as Su Ming was thinking about how to deal with this annoying brat in front of him,

Suddenly, a rapid knocking sound came from outside the door, and the doorbell rang incessantly throughout the living room.

Who would suddenly come knocking on the door at this time?

The father, who had been eating in silence, suddenly stopped eating, put down his chopsticks and newspaper, and stared intently at Su Ming.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the attitude was very clear: they obviously wanted him to go and take a look.

However, Su Ming completely ignored his gaze and pretended not to see it.

"Go see who's here."

In contrast, the mother did not name names, but spoke in a more vague tone.

Suddenly, Su Ming felt something tugging at his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw the big yellow dog biting his trouser leg and shaking its head, as if trying to stop him from opening the door.

interesting!

Su Ming had already guessed the identity of the person outside the door.

It seems a victim has come knocking!

After all, it was the old mother in front of her who used the other person's arm to make soup.

However, this is undoubtedly another opportunity to validate the rules.

[Rule 8: Your next-door neighbor has a good relationship with your mother and likes to visit often. Please do not open the door and let him in.]

Therefore, he naturally looked at the bratty kid who had the lowest status in the family.

Go open the door.

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