What’s wrong with the dream world!

In the kitchen, Yu Xiude, wearing an apron, opened the refrigerator, took out vegetables and meat to be thawed, and picked a bunch of garlic hanging on the hook.

As he performed these actions, his dreams and reality briefly overlapped.

Cooking is different from chatting. Food needs to be actually eaten, otherwise all the delicious food in the dream is just empty promises.

While making preparations, Yu Xiude casually said:

"My kitchen is too small. It's too crowded for three people. And if I remember correctly, Fang Xuehan, your cooking skills... can only be described as tragic."

Having said this, Yu Xiude paused for a moment, as if he felt that his statement was not rigorous enough, and added:

"Of course, if you've made enough progress in your cooking during the two years I've been away, then it's not a problem for you to come in and help. Just let Fang Xuemu stay in the living room and watch TV... or play on the computer."

Yu Xiu De snapped his fingers, and a study room instantly appeared in the living room, which contained a comfortable gaming chair and a fully equipped host computer.

Of course these are fake, products of dreams, but isn’t playing games about gaining real happiness in a virtual world?

The computer in Yu Xiude's dream may not be able to connect to the Internet, but at least

"Uh……"

Fang Xuehan was speechless. It seemed that her cooking skills had not improved in the two years that Yu Xiude was away.

After all, how could a young lady, doted on by her mother and raised in luxury by her wealthy stepfather, who was also a frequently-refreshed volunteer at the Narrow Sea City Hospital and whose time was often shared by her sisters, find the time to learn how to cook? Not to mention she had no talent.

But Fang Xuemu is different.

Perhaps Fang Xuemu's overall cooking skills are not top-notch, but at least in terms of knife skills, even Yu Xiude, who has cooked many times in his dreams and experienced the life of some great chefs, cannot compare to her.

"I come!"

Seeing her sisters' requests rarely being rejected, Fang Xuemu didn't know what she was thinking. She was excited and in a good mood, and walked into the kitchen briskly.

what the hell……

Fang Xuehan was also disliked, and there were times when she was needed too!

Seeing Fang Xuemu's mood improving for some reason and her face relaxed, Yu Xiu De didn't care and just casually pointed to the location of the knives.

As he did this, an apron appeared out of thin air on Fang Xuemu's body, and the computer in the study in the living room faded away, replaced by rows of bookshelves filled with neatly arranged books.

Yu Xiu De remembered that among the two sisters, Fang Xue Mu liked watching TV and playing computer games, while Fang Xue Han preferred reading - and usually literary works that Fang Xue Mu would not read.

Fang Xuehan in the living room looked at the kitchen, then at the study, recalling the smile her sister had just given her.

Knowing roughly what the other person was thinking, she could only sigh helplessly, walked to the study, pulled out a soul-stirring book called "How to Reconcile with Yourself" from the bookshelf, and started reading it.

In the kitchen.

Fang Xuemu pretended not to see Yu Xiude's gesture. When Yu Xiude turned around to heat the pot, he walked to the chopping board where a piece of thawed meat was placed. Before he raised his hand, the shadow under his feet suddenly rose from the floor, and the tail end turned into a black blade. In the blink of an eye, it cut the piece of meat into neat strips.

Then she did the same thing again, using her shadow to quickly tear the lettuce into strips for easier stir-frying.

In less than ten seconds, Fang Xuemu had finished everything, with her hands on her hips, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Look at the efficiency! Look at the quality!

Can Fang Xuehan do it?

Before Fang Xuemu, with her hands on her hips, could smugly enjoy herself for a moment, Yu Xiude, who had heated up the pot, put the meat and vegetables that Fang Xuemu had cut into a plate, placed the necessary condiments within easy reach, and prepared to start cooking.

Fang Xuemu, who had nothing to do, looked at it curiously for a while, but soon lost interest. Her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the most dangerous utensils in the kitchen - the kitchen knives of different sizes on the shelf, flashing with cold light.

Cleaver, bread knife, chopping knife, paring knife, fish knife, fruit knife...

Fang Xuemu looked at them in a daze, as if memories were brought back to her.

Until Yu Xiu De's faint voice sounded in her ears.

"What? Are you trying to kill me with them again?"

"no!"

Hearing this, Fang Xuemu was frightened and immediately denied it loudly.

Fang Xuemu admitted that she had indeed shown weakness before, and when Fang Xuehan fell asleep in the evening, she would regain control of her body and attempt to kill Yu Xiude by surprise. However, every time she tried, she failed in her dreams, and every failure in her dreams would lead to Yu Xiude's stricter teachings.

Yu Xiu De was not violent from the beginning. It was because Fang Xue Mu's character was too stubborn and rebellious that he had to use heavy hands.

When Fang Xuemu took the initiative to make Yu Xiude shut up for the first time when she was a child, the verbal nagging in her dream turned into spanking.

When Fang Xuemu tried to kick Yu Xiu De in the lower body when she was a child, the spanking she had restrained in her dream turned into a full-force punch and kick.

When Fang Xuemu tried to kill Yu Xiude with her shadow as a child, the fistfights and kicks in her dream transformed into unlimited fighting.

When Fang Xuemu got up in the middle of the night as a child and attacked Yu Xiude with a knife in the identity of Fang Xuehan, the unlimited fighting in her dream turned into repeated deaths.

When Fang Xuemu was a child, she came up with the idea of taking her stepfather hostage to force Yu Xiu De to compromise and took action to do so. In her dreams, even death was a luxury for her.

In the end, Fang Xuemu was convinced.

……

……

But obviously, this violent, simple and efficient approach will inevitably leave hidden dangers, just like now.

Yu Xiu De was just saying it casually.

He took the pot and shook it without looking back, but he saw that Fang Xuemu was shaking uncontrollably like a stressed cat.

Fang Xuemu stared at Yu Xiude, who was standing with his back to her and wearing an apron, looking like an ordinary househusband. Fear welled up in his scarlet pupils, but there was also a hint of an indescribable look in his eyes.

Torturing myself... because I made a mistake and need to pay the price...

Discipline yourself... because your nature is so cruel and violent...

Because I am Fang Xuemu...

I am Fang Xuemu, not the evil Fang Xuehan, not a ghost that has taken over someone else's body, and certainly not hysterical...

I was punished because in this man's eyes, I was Fang Xuemu, who was evil by nature!

I am an independent person!

Real Dreamland: Chapter 21 "Treatment"

But unlike what Fang Xuemu had imagined, the scene around her did not change, and Yu Xiu De obviously did not have the evil idea of pouring the hot oil in the pot towards Fang Xuemu.

Yu Xiu De was not a psychopath. His torture of Fang Xue Mu in the past was essentially because he really had no way to deal with Fang Xue Mu, who was as indifferent as a dead pig in boiling water, so he had to increase his intensity to force her to surrender... It was just a task like cutting vegetables while cooking and washing dishes after eating. It did not require emotional investment, but it did require energy.

Yu Xiu De put the vegetables in the pot into a plate, turned off the rice cooker, then turned around and looked at Fang Xue Mu calmly.

He was just a calm person, not dull. He could clearly see the excitement that shouldn't exist under Fang Xuemu's fear. With years of understanding, he could also roughly outline Fang Xuemu's psychology.

Although if he had the chance to do it again, Yu Xiu De would still choose violent treatment, but if this was a sequelae left over from the past, then Yu Xiu De would also be responsible for solving it.

It has nothing to do with moral bottom line, it's just personality.

In front of Fang Xuemu, Yu Xiu De took out the clean fruit knife from the knife rack and handed it to Fang Xuemu.

Seeing Yu Xiu De take out a fruit knife, Fang Xuemu closed her eyes in anticipation; but instead of feeling the expected pain, she felt something extra in her hand, and Fang Xuemu opened her eyes again in confusion.

At this moment, she was holding the fruit knife in her hand. A tiny red color was spreading on the edge of the blade, as if stained with blood. Fang Xuemu looked at the knife and felt more and more familiar with it.

The strange excitement in Fang Xuemu's heart disappeared, replaced by fear of the unknown.

At this moment, Fang Xuemu was like an M-type player who just wanted to play some letter games, but was suddenly asked by the other party to get admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University. He was not excited at all.

What made Fang Xuemu even more uneasy was that... this fruit knife had become too familiar... it was like... it was like...

"It's like the fruit knife you stabbed into your biological father's chest."

A calm voice sounded beside Fang Xuemu's ears. Yu Xiude took off his apron, his eyes flashing with purple light. Without making any noise, he pulled himself and Fang Xuemu into a deeper dream.

He has to rely on his own reliable adult wisdom to solve the problem.

……

Fang Xuemu stared blankly at everything that was changing around her.

The kitchen is still the same kitchen, but it is becoming more and more familiar.

Stains on the wall, the pungent smell of cooking smoke, and most importantly... the woman standing in front of the kitchen stove.

She was the biological mother of Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, and also Yu Xiude's stepmother. However, the woman who appeared in their sight was obviously much younger than the woman in reality.

The woman was already sweating profusely even though she hadn't started a fire or washed the vegetables yet. She was wearing thick work clothes, so it was obvious that she had rushed home to start a fire and cook after get off work at the factory.

Yu Xiu De no longer paid attention to the woman's busy back, but turned his head slightly and looked at the little girl with a pair of pure white eyes outside the kitchen.

The little girl poked her head out of the kitchen door and asked in a baby voice, almost the same as Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan:

"Mom, do you need help?"

"No, baby."

The woman gave the girl a tired smile.

She took out a small medicine bottle from her pocket. Compared with the rough cloth she was wearing, the densely packed characters on the medicine looked like delicate patterns, totally out of tune with the surroundings.

Yu Xiu De raised both his hands at the same time, raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and spread out his left hand with the palm facing down, making a pause gesture.

So, except for Fang Xuemu and him, everything around them seemed to be paused and stood still.

Yu Xiu De walked up to the woman, slowly pried open her rough fingers, reached out to take the medicine bottle, and carefully read the words on the bottle that he had read countless times before.

The information in the medicine bottle was not important to him, but it was important for him to do this in front of Fang Xuemu.

Fang Xuemu had to recall how she felt at that time.

Risperidone tablets

Type: Atypical antipsychotic

Indications: For the treatment of acute and maintenance phases of schizophrenia, and also for associated mood symptoms and anxiety.

Dosage: The initial dose is usually 1-2 tablets per day, which is gradually adjusted to the recommended dose based on the patient's response and tolerance.

Effect: Risperidone can effectively alleviate patients' hallucinations, delusions, and flat emotions, and help improve their overall functional status.

After reading it, Yu Xiu De returned the medicine bottle to the woman's hand and restored her finger bit by bit.

He did not hand the medicine bottle to Fang Xuemu, nor did he tell Fang Xuemu the specific information on the bottle because he knew it was unnecessary.

This is Fang Xuemu's [Memory Dream]

Fang Xuemu looked at everything around her and recalled what the medicine bottle in Yu Xiude's hand represented.

All the emotions of the past surged into her heart, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, letting her nails dig into the flesh, feeling the warm liquid spreading from her palms.

Yu Xiu De seemed unaware of Fang Xue Mu's change of mood. He raised his hand slightly and tapped the air, allowing time to flow again, and the speed at which it passed was much faster than at the beginning.

Not enough brewing.

But the emotions can continue to accumulate in the next scene.

He handed the expensive medicine bottle to the girl, gave her instructions, washed the vegetables, and cooked... The woman's figure was almost blurred due to the high-speed movement, while Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude were like ghosts outside of time, motionless.

The setting sun outside the kitchen window was quickly replaced by pale light. Mother and daughter sat at the worn wooden table, waiting. Yu Xiude and Fang Xuemu also came to the narrow living room and waited with them.

Until a loud noise was heard from outside the door, and the time that was passing at a high speed returned to normal.

The woman opened the door in a panic, and a drunk man with tattered clothes, a strong smell of alcohol, and a red face walked in, speaking with an abnormally excited tone.

"Hey! Wife..."

The man is the biological father of Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan.

His eyes were bloodshot and he grabbed the woman's shoulders and shook her.

"Wife...where's your salary?"

“…I bought medicine for my daughter.”

The woman answered timidly.

Hearing this, the man fell silent, and his originally rosy face turned ashen.

He let go of the woman's shoulders, closed the door, and looked at his wife with an extremely unfamiliar look in his bloodshot eyes.

Then he punched the woman in the face!

"You spendthrift bitch! Why are you buying medicine for that money-loser?!"

In an instant, the sound of men's insults, women's screams, and children's cries filled the air...