Chapter 6 — National Lazy Mother

The director's face changed. I held up the card in front of the camera.

“Come on, let the audience see the process too.”

The camera vibrates once. In the sea of cursing comments, a turn suddenly appeared.

“Does this really exist?”

"Just now the director forced her to tell?"

“Using children's injuries as a program is disgusting.”

The director raised his hand to snatch the card. Co Thoi Nghien stopped:

“Director, it's livestreaming.”

The director's hand stopped in mid-air. Hua Van Van quickly stepped forward to mediate:

"Everyone, don't argue. The director also understands that for the effectiveness of the program, Tri Ha protects you."

I looked at her:

“I understand, so why were you standing there just now?”

Hua Van Van froze. Luc Tieu Da suddenly said:

“Mom, didn't you say Aunt Tham was too sensitive?”

The hallway immediately fell silent. Hua Van Van's face changed:

“Tieu Da.”

Luc Tieu Da didn't know what he said wrong, so he added:

“I just told the assistant in the room.”

Chu Thanh Hoa's eyes looking at Hua Van Van changed. Co Thoi Nghien slowly covered Dau Bao's ears:

“Children are honest, honest to the point of being a bit scary.”

Hua Van Van's tears immediately fell.

"I was just worried that Tri Ha would be misunderstood by the audience, so I casually said something. Tieu Da is still young and doesn't understand adult contexts."

I'm lazy to watch her act.

"Director, I keep this mission card. If you press my daughter one more sentence, I will take it to find the program general director."

The director's face was sometimes blue and sometimes white. He suddenly laughed.

"Miss Tham, don't say angry words. The program continues."

That evening, hot searches on the internet exploded. The top positions are all my name. Tham Tri Ha got angry and confronted the director. Mien Mien's toilet injury. Tham Tri Ha used the process card to slap the performance team's face. Hua Van Van: “Too sensitive.” I don't have a phone, because the phone was confiscated by the performance team. But the director's face is the best hot search board. After dinner, the performance team temporarily added another task. Parents rate each other. Each parent must write a review about another person, post it anonymously on the wall, and then let the recipient guess who wrote it. Looking at the whiteboard, I knew the performance team wanted to play me. The first sheet is glued up.

“She is very honest, but sometimes honesty hurts others.”

The director asked:

“Tri Ha, who do you think this sentence is about?”

Hua Van Van whispered:

"It probably wasn't written by you, Tri Ha."

I looked at the piece of paper:

“Write me.”

The director asked:

“Guess who wrote it?”

I said:

“Hua Van Van.”

Hua Van Van immediately shook her head:

“Not me.”

The director turned it over to the back. Co Thoi Nghien. Co Thoi Nghien raised his hand:

"I wrote it. Miss Tham, don't hit me, I'm telling the truth."

I nodded:

"Not rated. Pretty standard assessment."

Second sheet.

“She sees me as a friend, but sometimes she doesn't look like a mother at all.”

I said:

“It's still me.”

The director asked:

“Who wrote it?”

I looked at Chu Thanh Hoa. Chu Thanh Hoa nodded:

“Me.”

I said:

“Thank you.”

Chu Thanh Hoa raised his eyebrows:

“Thank you for this too?”

“You didn't say I was ugly.”

She laughed. Third sheet.

“She always uses aggression to hide her guilt, the child is so understanding that it makes people feel sad.”

The director finished reading, his voice full of excitement encourage. Hua Van Van bowed her head:

“This sentence is a bit heavy.”

I looked at the paper.

“Write me.”

The director asked:

“Who wrote it?”

I looked at Hua Van Van. Hua Van Van quickly waved her hand:

“It's not me, it's not really.”

The director turned it over to the back. Hua Van Van. No one in the room said anything. Luc Tieu Da raised his head:

“Mom, didn't you just say that writing lyrics like that is not good?”

Hua Van Van's tears came again.

"Tieu Da, I didn't say something bad. I just felt that this sentence might hurt Aunt Tham so I regret it a bit."

I burst out laughing.

"Hua Van Van, you regretted it at the right time. Only after turning over did you regret it."

She covered her mouth, as if she had suffered an earth-shattering injustice. The director quickly said:

"Anonymous reviews are meant to express honest thoughts. Tri Ha, don't make a big deal out of small things."

I asked:

“So I also express a little?”

The director immediately became alert:

“Of course.”

I picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on paper. The director posted it on the wall and read:

“She knows how to cry, but tears cannot be used as money to buy milk powder.”

The room was silent for three seconds. Co Thoi Nghien held a glass of water to cover his face, his shoulders shaking violently. Chu Thanh Hoa immediately laughed out loud. Hua Van Van's face was unsightly:

“Tri Ha, your words are too much.”

I said:

“Anonymous reviews, express honest thoughts.”

The director's throat was speechless. Hua Van Van looked at the camera, tears falling at the right time and place.

"I know people have misunderstandings with me. I just love Mien Mien, I love all the children who don't get proper care."

Just as I was about to open my mouth, Mien Mien suddenly walked out from behind Chu Thanh Hoa. The girl held a stuffed rabbit and stood in front of Hua Van Van.

“Auntie, I am well taken care of.”

Hua Van Van squatted down:

“Mian Mien, you're still young, there are some things you don't understand.”

Mien Mien took a step back.

“I understand. My mother didn't make me cry for her.”

This sentence was like a slap, hitting Hua Van Van for half a day without being able to respond. After the evening's filming ended, the atmosphere in the performance team was very bad. I took Mien Mien to wash her face. As soon as I reached the bathroom door, her steps stopped. I squat:

“Don't go in. Let's go to the yard to wash.”

She said in a low voice:

“Mom, I want to try.”

I looked at her. The little girl held my hand:

“Mom stood outside the door.”

“Okay.”

She walked in without closing the door. I stood outside the door counting the numbers.

“One.”

She is in the serial:

“Two.”

“Dad.”

“Four.”

On the count of eighteen, a noise suddenly rang out outside the yard gate. A woman with messy hair and a phone in her hand rushed in.

"Tham Tri Ha! You have hurt my son miserably!"

The cameramen immediately gathered around. I recognized her. Trieu Mai, Luc Tieu Da's grandmother. She was originally a maid in the Luc family. Later, thanks to her son, she became prosperous and loved to show off in the wealthy world. In the original work, she is Hua Van Van's future mother-in-law. She publicly praised Hua Van Van for being gentle in front of the camera and scolded me for not knowing how to take care of my children, causing the last bit of netizens' sympathy for me to disappear. Trieu Mai pointed at my nose and scolded:

"Today you caused Tieu Da to be accused on social networks of being uneducated, causing Van Van to be scolded for green tea. Are you still human?"

I blocked the bathroom door:

“Who let you in here?”