Chapter 12 — Hoa Ky in the middle of Hoe Hoa Alley

“I know.” “You still helped her trick me?” “If you didn't help, you wouldn't have come.” He washed his hands and took out a small wooden box. Inside is a silver lock that had been broken open. The lock body has been repaired but the crack is still there. "Found it after the Cung family was confiscated." I touched the crack but did not accept it. "Give it to Tue Ninh." "She said to give it to you." "How old is it?" "It's original text is: Sister saved it, sister wore it." I laughed. Bui Nghien Thu did not smile. "Luc Tri Hoa, the person I want to see today is my ancestor
You." "Who is that?" "You." The knife slipped from my hand and fell onto the chopping board. He continued: "I'm also looking at your eyes." My ears were hot, and a sentence immediately came out of my mouth: "Are your eyes not good?" "Teaching doesn't hurt your eyes." 26 When Bui Phu came to ask for help, I hid in the kitchen, bowed my head, wrapping wontons. Soon, the chopping board couldn't hold it anymore. Co Y Nuong came in once. "Tri." Hoa, what do you think?" "The peel is almost dry." Duong Am came in once. "Mr. Bui is waiting for your answer." "Is the filling bland?" Luc
Hoai Chuong was the most straightforward, carrying the pot of flour away. "One more package and the whole house will have to eat for three days. Get out." I can only go to the main hall to sit. Bui Nghien Thu dresses formally, her back is straighter than usual. Seeing me enter, his finger stopped at the edge of the cup. He also knows stress. Seeing my finger resting on the rim of that cup, I sat more firmly. "Mr. Bui, what do you like about me?" "Can you tell the truth?" "Say." "At first I didn't like it. Your personality is tough, your handwriting is bad, and when something happens you always rush."
up first." Everyone in the room took a breath. I nodded. "Very good, one less marriage." As soon as I stood up, he pulled my sleeve. "After that, I always remember the human market, the reeds and the broken soup pot. Every time you stand in front of others, even when you get cut by a knife, you don't back down." I don't move. "In the reeds, it's clear that you can't come back." "You owe me money for wontons." "Yes. Just keep that debt, and slowly calculate it later." This sentence is so vulgar that it's obnoxious. Yet my nose
spicy again. I said in a low voice: "I used to be a slave, I also used to sleep on the street. You are the son of the Bui family, Mr. Quoc Tu Giam. Later, others will laugh at you..." Old lady Bui sat up high and put down the tea cup. "Who's laughing? Call me here so I can see." Co Y Nuong held my hand. "Tri Hoa, you don't rely on the Luc family's family to raise your status. The Luc family can accept you today, that is the Luc family's blessing." Bui Nghien Thu looked at me. "What the family tree says has nothing to do with me. The person I want to marry is Luc Tri Hoa." "But I
do not understand your rules. At a banquet, I can't remember which words to say and which words not to say. If someone scolds me, I'll probably pick up a leaky ladle." "The Bui family's kitchen has three." I was stunned. Old lady Bui nodded. "If it's not enough, buy more." Co Y Nuong turned around and smiled. Luc Hoai Chuong coughed until her face turned red. Duong Am resolutely lay down on the table. I held the leaky ladle, not knowing who to knock for a long time. Bui Nghien Thu retracted her smile. "The Bui family has many rules, I will help you block them. you. If you can't block it,
I'll follow you back to the wonton shop." I was silent for a long time. "So first of all, Hoa Ky won't close." "Okay." "Every month I have to look at the books." "Okay." "You can't touch the meat filling." Finally he smiled. "Okay." 27 The day I got married, Hoe Hoa alley was crowded with people. Old Tuong brought a few rolls of cloth, saying they were used to make up for the free time of eating wontons that year. The blacksmith carried a new pot, loudly saying how much it cost. Even though the old pot has been paid for in full, the new pot must still be counted as a favor
love. Uncle Dang drank until his face turned red, while scolding the Bui family for many rules, while secretly wiping his tears. Duong Am combed my hair for me. Her wedding date is scheduled for spring next year. The other person is the second son of the Ha family, with a gentle personality. The first time he came to Hoa Ky, he was miscalculated by Duong Am and received a few extra dong. The next day he came again, deliberately giving a few extra coins. Duong Am immediately returned the money. The two kept looking at each other. Fate is sometimes quite effort-saving. Tue Ninh sat on top holding the silver lock
My bed. "Sister A, wear it." "I'll wear it." "Sister A." As soon as she cried, I lost. I tied the repaired silver buckle inside the wedding dress. It sticks close to the chest, the cracks are tight against the skin but very solid. When the flower palanquin arrived at Bui Phu, Bui Nghien Thu extended his hand to support me. I asked under the hood: "Who's in charge of the wonton today?" "Hoai Chuong." "He'll collect the shortfall." "Duong Am looks at the book." "What about the soup?" "Grandmother looks after." I rest assured. Day after day, I still tied the silver lock back to Tue Ninh's neck. He touched the crack and asked if it hurt
Are not. I say locking doesn't hurt, people have been hurt before they remember. He didn't understand, hugged my neck and asked for candy. Not many days since we got married, we still wake up before dawn. Bui Nghien Thu opened his eyes and asked me where I was going. "Open a store." "I have a day off today." "You take a break, I don't take a break."