Chapter 3 — Tieu Tam Didn't Know That The Person Being Scolded Was The Boss

"Eh, isn't that Boss Tran's wife? I've met her several times." "So who is this woman? She says she's the boss?" "Could it be that... Boss Tran has someone outside?" The gossip was like needles prickling in the ears. The mother-in-law bit her lips tightly, almost unable to stand anymore. At that moment, the back kitchen curtain finally moved. My father-in-law tied his apron and walked out, his hands still covered in flour. He saw us at the door and was clearly stunned: "Ah Tinh? Hieu Hieu? Why are you two..." Old Vuong immediately raised his voice: "Boss, this woman..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the woman in front of him. "Husband!" Her voice suddenly changed tone, sickeningly sweet, she picked up the baby and rushed forward. "I'm finally out! Look how the staff in my shop treats you!" The father-in-law instinctively took a step back, avoiding her approach. "What's going on?" "What's the matter?" The woman immediately changed her expression to self-pity. "The wontons in your restaurant are not clean. I said a few words and the staff immediately showed their attitude towards me! And those two women," she pointed at me and my mother-in-law, "they also bullied me! Quickly tell everyone clearly, from now on absolutely do not do business with them again!" Father-in-law's eyebrows furrowed more and more: "These two people are my family members. This is my wife, and this is my daughter-in-law." "Wife?" The woman seemed to hear the funniest thing in the world and laughed shrilly. "So what am I? What is my son?" She held up the baby in her arms: "Look! This is your son!" There was silence in the shop. All eyes turned to the father-in-law and the baby. The father-in-law's face turned from surprise to shock, then from shock to anger. He looked at the baby, then looked at the other woman, his lips began to tremble. “What... what are you talking nonsense about?” “I said nonsense?” The woman took out a photo from her bag and threw it onto the nearest table. “See for yourself!” In the photo, it's clear that the father-in-law and this woman were taken together in front of the reception desk of a hotel! The father-in-law was wearing his familiar gray coat, the woman was intimately holding his arm. "This photo was taken last month!" The woman said triumphantly. “Do you dare say that's not you?” Father-in-law picked up the photo, his hands shaking. He looked closely, his face turned from white to blue, then from blue to red. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with surprise and indignation. "Last month, I was indeed at this hotel, but it was for a class reunion! This photo is definitely fake!" Hearing that, the mother-in-law's face softened a bit. But the next second, the woman snatched the photo back, turned around and shouted loudly to all the customers in the restaurant: "Are you saying it's fake? Judge! I gave birth to him a son, now he refuses to accept it, and is still saying I'm slandering! Is there such a thing in the world?"Customers in the restaurant began to whisper. Some people look at their mother-in-law with pity, while others look at their father-in-law with contempt. The woman became more and more excessive, even directly reaching out to push her mother-in-law. "What are you pretending to do? You still want to seduce someone else's husband at a young age? Are you ashamed?" "What are you doing!" I blocked in front of my mother-in-law, but the woman was very strong, pushing me aside. I staggered back, bumped into the table next to me, the bottle of vinegar and chili on the table clattering to the ground. My white shirt was stained in a large area by vinegar and chili oil. My arm was also cut by a piece of broken glass, blood oozing out. "Understanding!" The mother-in-law cried out in horror. But the woman didn't even look at me, continuing to point at the mother-in-law and scold: "I tell you, I'm not only his wife, I also gave birth to him a son!" "This is the blood of the Tran family!

What is she? An old hen that doesn't know how to lay!”