Chapter 13 — National Lazy Mother

Director Ha stopped the assistant who was about to snatch the phone. The phone screen is recorded by the camera. The message Hua Van Van sent to Trieu Mai was very short.

“Tomorrow at the market, Tham Tri Ha cannot win anymore.”

She did not directly tell Trieu Mai to open her pocket. But everyone understands. Live comments curse like crazy. Luc Minh Chau quickly ran over. She finished watching the video and message and immediately said to Trieu Mai:

“From today, you are not allowed to come close to Tieu Da, nor are you allowed to use your identity as a member of the Luc family to receive any interviews.”

Trieu Mai shouted:

“Where do you rely on!”

Luc Minh Chau took out a file.

“Based on the Luc family's decision to take her back to her old home to rest.”

Trieu Mai immediately became speechless. Hua Van Van stood next to her, her voice trembling:

"Ms. Minh Chau, I'm really just so depressed that I'm complaining."

Luc Minh Chau looked at her.

"Every time you just complain, every time someone else does all the bad things for you. Hua Van Van, you're smarter than Trieu Mai, and scarier than her."

Hua Van Van's face was gray. She finally realized that the Luc family's door was completely closed. In the last two episodes of the show, Hua Van Van withdrew from filming. The official reason is poor health. The audience did not accept. Tieu Lam, Trieu Mai, the recording, the slit bag, the stories connected together are enough to tear apart the gentle image she once built. Mien Mien and I, on the other hand, became the biggest attractions of the show. The filming location for the final episode was at the beach. The performance team arranged for the children to prepare a surprise for their parents. Mien Mien secretly kept Dau Bao and Boi Boi busy all afternoon, not letting me get close. I lay on a beach chair in the sun. Co Thoi Nghien sat next to him and drank coconut water.

"Miss Tham, what are your plans after the program ends?"

I said:

“Sleep for three days.”

Chu Thanh Hoa sat on the other side:

“Don't pretend, your schedule is already scheduled until next month.”

I asked:

“How do you know?”

She shook the phone:

“Your manager sent it to the wrong group.”

I held my forehead. Ms. La, my manager, has a lifelong knack of making mistakes at critical moments. When Ms. La arrived at the beach, she was carrying two bags of fruit. As soon as she saw me, she scolded me.

"Tham Tri Ha, do you even know you're an artist? I sent you eight hundred messages, but you didn't respond to one."

I said:

“The performance team collected the phone.”

“So you don't know how to tell dreams?”

Mien Mien ran to:

“Auntie La, don't scold me.”

La's face immediately changed:

“Honey, I bought you strawberries.”

Mien Mien seriously:

“Then you can scold me twice.”

I looked at my biological daughter:

“The ten yuan I gave you seems like a waste.”

The girl blinked:

“Mom, strawberries are more expensive.”

During the evening campfire party, the children brought out a surprise. Boi Boi reads a poem expressively. Dau Bao sings a song that is out of tune. Mien Mien took out a picture. In the painting there is a large bed, I lie in the middle, surrounded by many people. Ms. La, Chu Thanh Hoa, Co Thoi Nghien, director Ha, Luc Tieu Da, Luc Minh Chau and many other children. Mien Mien says:

"In the past, mom always said that you can live very well alone. But I want you to know, we are not alone."

I looked at the picture and didn't say anything for a long time. Mien Mien is a bit tense:

“Mom, Mom, don't you like it?

I held her in my arms.

“Like.”

She patted my back:

"Mom, don't cry. If you cry, you have to comfort yourself."

Chu Thanh Hoa smiled, wiping the corners of his eyes:

“It is true that she is her biological child.”

Co Thoi Nghien asked:

“Why is my nephew not in the picture?”

Dau Bao raised his hand:

“I'm here, I'm this potato-like lump.”

Co Thoi Nghien was silent:

“I understand myself quite accurately.”

At the end of the party, the performance team announced the most popular family. Me and Mien Mien are at the top. Director Ha gave the trophy to Mien Mien. Mien Mien held it up for a moment and then handed it to me.

“Mom, it's too heavy, please take it.”

I received the trophy:

“So I'm in charge of enjoying the glory?”

The girl nodded:

“Reasonable assignment.”

The livestream comments are full of laughter and blessings. There are also some people who constantly apologize.

“Tham Tri Ha, I'm sorry, I scolded you before.”

“Mien Mien must always be happy.”

“It turns out that raising children paradoxically is the most advanced way to raise children.”

I looked at the screen and was about to say something when the comment section was suddenly covered by a highlight line.

“Tham Tri Ha is my wife, Mien Mien is my daughter. Don't accept relatives casually, otherwise you will receive a lawyer's letter."

I stared at the comment line. Username is: Someone who doesn't eat coriander. Mien Mien came to read:

“Mom, who is this uncle?”

I turn off the screen:

“The coriander seller.”

La, standing next to her, almost spit out coconut water. At the end of the program, I took Mien Mien home. As soon as we reached the door, there was a man standing there in the elevator. He was wearing a black shirt, next to a suitcase, and in his hand was carrying a bag of Mien Mien's favorite strawberries. Mien Mien blinked.

“Who are you looking for?”

The man squatted and gave the girl strawberries.

“Find your mother.”

I crossed my arms and looked at him:

“Pho Can Ngon, who let you go home?”

He raised his head and looked at me, his voice very calm.

“If you don't come back, my daughter will be successful in finding a husband for me.”

Mien Mien immediately became alert:

“Do you meet the conditions?”

Deputy Can Ngon opened the notes on his phone.

“First, don't make your mother cry. Second, know how to cook. Third, don't eat coriander. Fourth, we must buy strawberries for Mien Mien. Fifth, when we argue, my mother is always right."

I looked at Mien Mien.

“Didn't you say the list was torn up?”

Mien Mien is innocent:

“I know it by heart.”

Deputy Can Ngon added:

“She also sent it to you.”

I burst out laughing:

“Since when did you two hook up?”

Mien Mien edited:

“Mom, this is called communication between father and daughter.”

Pho Can Ngon stood up and looked at me.

“Tri Ha, I'm home.”

This sentence is very light. But I remember many years ago, when he left, he looked at me like that. At that time, I had just given birth to Mien Mien, my career had hit rock bottom, and something happened to the Pho family. He was forced to return to deal with a bunch of problems. I strongly said not to worry about me. He really won't come back. For three years he did not appear in front of me, but every month he still sent gifts to Mien Mien, sent me medicine, and even sent someone to replace the broken light bulb in the house. I just never responded once. Mien Mien looked at me and then at him.

“Mom, if you want to scold him, I can go into the room and put on headphones first.”

I said:

“No need.”

Deputy Can Ngon pushed the suitcase into the door.

“Then you can come in Are not?"

I looked at the bag of strawberries in his hand.

“Leave the strawberries behind, people will see the performance.”

He laughed. Mien Mien whispered to him:

“Uncle, you currently have a passing score.”

Deputy Can Ngon nodded seriously:

“Thank you, judge.”