TGLC Chapter 11.1

Zhuzhu speaks in an interesting way, so many people like to tease her.

However, after the customer ordered the dishes, the waitress quickly went back to her own business.

While her mother was still ordering food, Zhuzhu leaned over to take a look.

She had been here several times. Before, when Zhuzhu ordered food, she would ask her mother when she didn’t understand something. Plus, there were pictures next to it, so Zhuzhu could easily tell what dishes her mother had ordered.

There is her favorite boiled fish.

There’s spicy chicken. She can’t eat it.

Braised pork.

Black chicken soup, with enoki mushroom meatballs, red dates, and shiitake mushrooms.

Garlic crayfish.

Braised lion head.

Green vegetables.

Her mother ordered six dishes, a soup, a drink, and a dessert.

Most of them were her and her mother’s favorites, so Zhuzhu had no objections.

After her mother finished ordering, she handed the menu to her father and asked, “Do you want anything else to eat?”

Duan Zihui was not picky about food. He took a look at what Xie Qingyu ordered and, after having no objection, he threw the menu to the waiter.

The waiter put the printed receipt aside and then stood the funnel up.

The meal wasn’t expensive, just a few hundred yuan, making it a good value.

While waiting for the food, Zhuzhu asked her mother for her phone.

“Mom, I’m so bored. Let me watch some TV.”

Xie Qingyu herself didn’t even bother with her phone, but Duan Zihui kept staring at it with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

She felt that the child must be imitating him, so she immediately kicked him under the table and said angrily, “Can you please stop playing with your phone while waiting for the meal? The child will learn bad habits from you.”

Duan Zihui was busy with work. When she kicked him with her high heels, he frowned slightly and stood up, saying, “Sorry, I have something to do at work.”

Then he looked at the child and said, “I’m going to go out and make a phone call. I’ll come back later.”

Without waiting for their consent, Duan Zihui went out with his mobile phone, looking stern, as if something important had happened.

Zhuzhu looked at her father’s back as he walked out, shaking her feet and tilting her head: “Mom, is Dad very busy?”

Xie Qingyu: “How would I know? Ask him yourself.”

“Okay.”

When Zhuzhu is bored, she is a chatterbox. After staring at the hourglass for a while, she felt bored and looked up to ask her mother.

“Mom, why is Dad richer than you but not you richer than him?”

It is a truly crucial question.

Xie Qingyu couldn’t say that she was uneducated, while Duan Zihui was eager to learn everything.

That wouldn’t be good for her child’s upbringing.

So she made up a bullshit excuse: “Because he has a rich father.”

That…

Isn’t that nonsense?

In her grandfather’s generation, the two families were about equal. Later, his father worked hard, and so did he, so they became richer and richer.

Zhuzhu felt like her mother was taking her for a fool. She cupped her cheek with her hand and said, “Mom, you’re lying. It’s Dad who works hard, while you just spend all day.”

Even her daughter knew that she was a loser.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, she tried her best to change her image.

“If Mom were as busy as Dad, then there would be no one to spend time with you. Do you know why Mom divorced your Dad? It’s because he was too busy and couldn’t take care of the family.”

“So, when looking for a man, don’t look for someone like your father.”

A child’s ideological education should start from childhood.

Zhuzhu: “I don’t want to find a man. It’s fine to play with toys and eat snacks alone. I don’t want to share with others.”

 

 

 

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