Chapter 3 — Staying at Thanh Ba Host

Phuong Dung stepped out, her face covered with a mask, her eyebrows furrowed. "Can't you speak a little lower?" Tieu Man immediately pressed the remote control. I looked at the TV. Volume sixteen. I said: “Not big.” Phuong Dung walked out into the middle of the living room. "You said noise, that means noise." "The children's laughter was so high-pitched that it was deafening." Tieu Man gave me the remote. "Mom, I don't watch anymore." I didn't accept. "Just watch." Phuong Dung's face darkened. "Duong Nhan, what do you mean?" I raised my head. "She watches our TV." "The sound is normal." "If you want to rest, you can close the door." Phuong Dung seemed to be stabbed by this sentence. hit. She took off her mask and threw it into the pile of tissues on the tea table. "What's the use of closing the door?" "This child laughs every now and then screams, the whole floor above and below can hear it." Tieu Man has never screamed. She just sat there, her fingers clutching the edge of the pillow. Co Tue Cam poked her head out from the kitchen. "Who shouted?" Phuong Dung looked at her. "Auntie, I'm not aiming at the child." "But children really need to be taught." "Everyone continues to pamper them like this, what will happen when they go to elementary school?" Co Tue Cam put down the vegetables in her hand. "He went to elementary school and already has a teacher to teach him." "At home, there are already parents and grandmother to teach." "It's not yet the guest's turn to come to the house to teach." Phuong Dung's face became even more complex. unsightly. She turned to me. "Do you see?" "It's because of your family's attitude that the child is so impolite." I put down the bill. "Phuong Dung." "From the moment you walked in the door until now, you've been eating at my house." "My daughter doesn't touch your things, doesn't enter your room, doesn't make noise when you sleep." "She only watches half an hour of cartoons in the living room." "What right do you have to say she's impolite?" Phuong Dung laughed. cold. "I take the right to go first." I looked at her. "You don't have children." Phuong Dung's face stiffened immediately. This statement is not heavy. But it's the thing she hates other people mentioning the most. She divorced two years ago, her ex-husband remarried and quickly had a child. My mother told me not to mention it. I always don't mention it. But since she reached out to Tieu Man, this is not something her wound can be used as cannon fodder. Phuong Dung's eyes immediately turned red. "Duong Nhan, did you deliberately provoke your pain?" "You were kind enough to remind me, and I insulted you with that?" My voice was not high-pitched. "I'm just telling the truth." "If you've never raised a child, don't change the lives of the children for someone else." Phuong Dung was so angry that she was shaking. She turned around and pointed at Tieu Man. "Tieu Man, I'm telling you, now that your mother is defending you, she will regret it later." "Children like you should be sent to boarding school, let the teachers take care of them carefully." Tieu Man's face turned pale. The girl looked at me, panic in her eyes. I stood up. The remote in my hand, the edges cutting into my palm. I was about to open my mouth. In the kitchen came the sound of the faucet turning off. Co Tue Cam walked out. She hadn't taken off her apron yet, her hands were still wet. She did not look at Phuong Dung. She walked next to Tieu Man first, patting her head. "Tieu Man, just watch TV." Tieu Man's lips moved. "Grandma, am I about to go to boarding school?" Co Tue Cam squatted down. "No." "I'm at home." "This is my house." She stood up. Phuong Dung hugged her arm, her face still had a self-pitying look like a winner. "Auntie, I also want to be good for my family." "Sending my child out, everyone will be relieved." "Duong Nhan can still go to work, you don't need to revolve around the child every day." Co Tue Cam nodded. "Sounds like, you're also good at organizing." Phuong Dung didn't hear anything unusual. "That's just the way it is." "Young people nowadays are oppressed." Great force, hand over your child to the school,

It's better than letting him make trouble at home." Co Tue Cam walked towards the living room wall. There was the air conditioner switch. Phuong Dung was still talking. "Don't always think that he's young, children are the best at looking at faces." "The more everyone pampers him, the more lawless he is." Co Tue Cam raised her hand. Click. The air conditioner stopped. The cold air was cut off. The living room suddenly became quiet. The cartoon on TV was still playing. Tieu Man Sitting on the sofa, not moving. Phuong Dung was stunned. "Miss, why did you turn off the air conditioner?" "It's thirty-eight degrees." Co Tue Cam turned around. A very calm smile appeared on her face. "You hate the noise?" "That's good." "This air conditioner is also loud, turn it off at the same time."04 Phuong Dung's face turned pale for a moment, then quickly turned red. There was no cold wind in the living room, heat rising from the cracks in the floor. She stood next to the tea table, the mask still thrown in a pile of tissues, looking like a wrinkled face. "Miss, what do you mean by this?" Her voice rose. "You said the children were noisy, why did you turn off the air conditioner?" Co Tue Cam dried her hands on her apron. "Aren't you complaining about the noise?" "The air conditioner also has sound." bar.”