Chapter 132 — Then Just Go Out with Him, and Let Little Tang and Little Yi's Relationship Advance Another Step — Please Vote with Your Monthly Tickets!!!! "Mom," Tang Yun Patted Her Small Chest, Glancing Behind Her in Some Alarm; Luckily That Villain Had Not Followed to Pester Her, Otherwise She Truly Would Not Have Known What to Do
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"You girl, you're just stubborn, the same as I was, unable to see through people and the ways of the world. Back when I was at the factory, your mother was a flower of the workshop. The workshop director introduced his son to me, but I looked down on the boy and took a fancy to your father, the skilled worker. And what came of it?" Without waiting for Tang Yun to speak, Mother Tang rattled on with her lecture. "The director's son runs a travel agency now, earns several million a year. And look at your father—injured, and no one cares, and I have to wear myself out day after day running a stall to make ends meet. Why can't you see sense, girl? If I could choose again, I'd have chosen the director's son, and I'd be a rich lady now, not working myself half to death every day."
Her mother's words silenced Tang Yun. True, her mother's words were worldly, but at this moment Tang Yun no longer blamed her. What woman, carrying the household alone, selling at a stall by day to earn money for her husband's treatment and her daughter's schooling, then coming home at night to tend a husband paralyzed in bed—feeding him, washing him, cleaning him, putting him to sleep at midnight—and after he slept still unable to rest, still having to prepare the ingredients for tomorrow's barbecue stall... A life like that, no wonder her mother had such calculating thoughts.
Yet Tang Yun could not agree with her mother's thinking either. A woman should not have to rely entirely on a man, should she? Through her own efforts she too could make something of herself, and just the same give the whole family a good life.
"All right, Mom, I'll say no more. If you want his recipe, take it. I won't interfere." Tang Yun did not want to make her mother angry. She lowered her head and set to helping her mother.
"Then tomorrow, go to his class and get the recipe from him. And don't forget to thank him!" Seeing Tang Yun's reluctant look, Mother Tang sighed. "You girl, saying a few nice words to someone won't kill you."
"Ah?" Tang Yun was busy arranging the skewers when she suddenly heard her mother's words. Her hand shook, and a skewer of meat fell to the ground...
"What are you doing, you dead girl? Why are you so clumsy?" Mother Tang's heart ached—that was a whole yuan! She hurried to pick it up and set it aside. "Wash it off when we get home and grill it for your father tonight."
Ordinarily the family could not bear to eat these skewers themselves. Only the unsold ones, or the ones no longer fresh, were given to Father Tang as a treat; Tang Yun and her mother would never bring themselves to eat them.
"Mom, I don't want to go get it. Can't you just have him bring it over himself?" Tang Yun had no wish to go looking for Wei Zhao. For her to seek him out on her own—what would that make it?
Hearing her daughter, Mother Tang nearly died of anger. "He's giving us the recipe, and you want him to deliver it himself? What are you thinking? Does he owe you something?"
"But..." Tang Yun lowered her head and pouted, somewhat displeased.
"You girl—then if you won't go, I'll go tomorrow!" Seeing her daughter say nothing, Mother Tang was at a loss.
"Then... I'd better go." Seeing her mother put it that way, Tang Yun had no choice but to agree.
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