Chapter 132 — Then Go Out with Him, and Take Xiao Tang and Xiao Yi's Relationship a Step Further, Please Vote for Me!!!!, "Mom," Tang Zhi patted her small chest, glancing behind her with some alarm—thankfully that wicked man had not followed to pester her, otherwise she truly would not have known what to do.
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"You silly girl, you're just stubborn, same as I was, unable to see through 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, and I looked down on the boy—I took a fancy to your father, that skilled worker. And what came of it?" Without waiting for Tang Zhi to speak, Mother Tang chattered on with her lecture. "The workshop director's son now runs a travel agency and makes millions a year. Look at your father—injured and no one cares, and I have to work myself to death every day running a stall to make ends meet. Why can't you get it through your head? If I could choose again, I'd certainly pick the workshop director's son. I'd be a wealthy lady by now—how could I be slaving away like this every day?"
Her mother's words silenced Tang Zhi. True, her mother's words were very worldly, but at this moment Tang Zhi no longer blamed her. What woman bore the household alone, going out by day to run a stall and earn money for her husband's medical treatment and her daughter's schooling, then coming home at night to tend her paralyzed husband—food, drink, and everything else—until midnight? And after he fell asleep, she still could not rest; she had to prepare the ingredients for the next day's barbecue stall. A life like that—no wonder her mother had such mercenary thoughts.
Yet Tang Zhi could not agree with her mother's thinking either. Shouldn't a woman be able to stand on her own rather than lean entirely on a man? Through her own efforts, a woman could make a name for herself and give her whole family a good life just the same.
"All right, Mom, I'll say no more. If you want his recipe, take it—I won't interfere." Tang Zhi did not want to make her mother angry; she lowered her head and helped her mother with the work.
"Then tomorrow, go to his class and get the recipe from him—and don't forget to thank him!" Seeing Tang Zhi's reluctant look, Mother Tang sighed. "Silly girl, saying a few nice words to someone won't kill you."
"Huh?" Tang Zhi was busy arranging the meat skewers and, hearing her mother's words, her hand shook and a skewer dropped to the ground.
"What are you doing, you foolish girl? How can you be so clumsy?" Mother Tang felt the sting of it—that was a whole yuan! She hurried to pick it up and set it aside. "We'll wash it when we get home and grill it for your father tonight."
Usually the family could not bear to eat these skewers themselves; only the ones left unsold or no longer fresh were given to Father Tang as a rare treat—Tang Zhi and her mother would never dream of eating them.
"Mom, I don't want to go get it. Can't you just have him bring it over himself?" Tang Zhi did not want to go looking for Wei Zhao. For her to seek him out on her own initiative—what would that even be?
Hearing her daughter's words, 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?"
"But..." Tang Zhi lowered her head and pursed her lips, looking a little displeased.
"You stubborn girl—fine, if you won't go, then I'll go tomorrow!" Seeing her daughter say nothing, Tang's mother felt rather helpless.
"Then... I'd better go after all," Tang Zhi said, and since her mother had put it that way, she had no choice but to agree.