Chapter 4 — Breakfast Changes Destiny

Chu Kien Thanh frowned: "Mom, it's for the good of the family. Daughter..." "I dare say the second half of the sentence." I stood up. I glared at him so much that I had to look away: "I didn't say I wouldn't raise him to study." Vuong Que Lan from the side chimed in: "What should I raise? Chu Vien is a son, and will later be the root of the Chu family. Money must be saved for him." Chu Vien just walked in the door, heard this sentence, proudly threw his schoolbag on the chair. I asked Chu Kien Thanh: "Do you think so too?" He said vaguely: "The money in the house is limited, you always have to distinguish between weight and light." Minh Nguyet lowered her head, her fingers pinching the edge of her exercise book. I took out a cloth-wrapped bag from the cupboard and placed it on the table. Chu Kien Thanh's eyes lit up: "You still hide money?" I opened the bundle, inside was not money, but a stack of certificates of merit from Minh Nguyet. "These are the certificates of merit she has received from first grade until now." I spread out each sheet: "First prize in town-level writing contest, second prize in district-level math, title of third-best student. What does Chu Vien have?" Chu Vien exclaimed: "I will have it later!" "I don't have it now." I looked at Chu Kien Thanh: "If this family really has to distinguish between weight and light, priority should be given to those with good prospects." Vuong Que Lan patted his thigh: "You dare to look down on my grandchild!" "It's just throwing its face on the ground, I just won't pick it up." I put away the stack of certificates: "I take care of Minh Nguyet's education. If any of you still use this to threaten her, I will go to the school, to the factory, to the neighborhood committee, and ask clearly in front of everyone, is it true that Chu Kien Thanh does not let his biological daughter go to school?" Chu Kien Thanh, who likes to save face, heard the word factory, his voice immediately lowered: "Who said you can't let her study? Don't be so shy as to make excuses." outside.” I stuffed the cloth bundle into the closet: "Then remember what I said." At night, Minh Nguyet brought in a cup of hot water: "Mom, you're really amazing today." I took the glass of water: "Are you scared?" The girl shook her head, then nodded again: "Afraid of grandma, also scared of dad. But mom stood in front of me, and I didn't feel so scared anymore." I patted her head: "If anyone forces you to miss school in the future, just tell me." The little girl asked in a low voice: "Mom, what about you? Who is standing in front of you?" My hand holding the glass of water paused slightly. In my previous life, no one stood in front of me. In this life, I stand in front of myself. There were footsteps outside the door. Chu Kien Thanh pushed the door open and walked in: "Xuan Duong, the factory is holding a family party this weekend, the Director will also go. Take good care of your mother, dress decently, don't make me lose face." I looked at him: "What am I going to do?" "Everyone takes their family members." His tone was very obvious: "Don't be like before, just stay silent and say nothing. The Headmaster's wife likes to eat cakes, don't you know how to make date cakes? Make two boxes to bring with you." I laughed: "Make me go save face for you?" Chu Kien Thanh frowned: "Husband and wife are one body, if you help me, you also help this house." "Okay." I responded very decisively. Chu Kien Thanh, on the other hand, was stunned: "You agree?" "Agree." I put the empty cup on the table: "I made the cake. When the time comes, whoever brings it over must clearly say who made it." He didn't understand, he just thought I was humbled, his expression was much more peaceful: "That's the right thing to do." After the door closed, Minh Nguyet looked at me worriedly: "Mom, does Dad want to force you to work again, and then say it's Dad's credit?" I looked at the pale moonlight outside the window: "It depends on whether he has the courage to swallow it or not." On the day of the festival, I got up at dawn to steam the cakes. Peeled jujube, sifted red beans, powdered

Knead the sticky rice until it doesn't stick to your hands. This skill was passed down from my mother. In my previous life, thanks to it, I shouldered a lot of pride for the Chu family. In the end, people only remembered that Chu Kien Thanh had a good wife, but no one remembered my name. Minh Nguyet helped me cut oil absorbent paper: "Mom, this cake is so fragrant." I picked up a piece of cake from the corner and gave it to her: "Try it." Vuong Que Lan smelled the smell and immediately walked out: "Get me two pieces." I closed the lid of the steamer: "This is for the party, missing a piece doesn't look good." Her face immediately darkened: "A mother like me is not qualified to eat?" "I am qualified." I pointed to the bowl of thin porridge next to the pot: "Mom's breakfast is over there." Chu Kien Thanh walked out wearing a shirt, saw two boxes of cakes, nodded with satisfaction: "Pack it carefully, I'll bring it over first. I'll bring mom and the kids later." I held the lid of the box tightly: "I hold it." He was annoyed: "What are you holding? I brought it to the Homeroom's wife first, which also shows that I care." "This was made by me." I said: "If you have the heart, then go do it yourself." Vuong Que Lan followed: "Kien Thanh is a man, how does he know how to work in the kitchen? If you do it, he does it, so why should the husband and wife differentiate between my aunt and my aunt?"