What is shameless, this is it.
Tang Xiaomin nodded.
Just as Tang Yu thought Tang Xiaomin would obediently go make soup.
A particularly cold smile appeared on Tang Xiaomin's lips.
"Go to bed early, and you'll have everything in your dreams."
...
Tang Xiaomin left, leaving Tang Yu stunned.
He really didn't believe it. It was just a soup, and a chef could make it.
Aunt Xue instructed the chef to make pig trotter soup. It was clear and light. Tang Yu frowned, took a sip, and was extremely displeased.
"Is this the level of chefs nowadays? Is it difficult to make pig trotter soup taste the same?"
Aunt Xue couldn't afford to offend this young master, so she wisely called the chef to take the blame.
The chef was a woman in her fifties, with over twenty years of experience and excellent culinary skills.
"Young Master, the method for this soup is different, so the taste will also be different. Therefore, I need to know the method that produces the taste you originally liked."
What's so difficult about this?
Tang Yu repeated what Tang Xiaomin had just said.
"Listen, you go to the slaughterhouse at four in the morning to pick fresh pig trotters, then use tweezers to pluck the hairs one by one, then marinate them with seasonings, and massage them for more than an hour. Then, simmer them for three hours. Oh, and you have to control the heat, because you have to stay by its side the whole time..."
Before Tang Yu could finish speaking, the chef refused.
"Young Master, are the things you're saying something a human would do?"
"In my twenty years of practice, I've never heard such an outrageous request from you. I'm earning your family's money, but I'm not your family's slave. I'm not doing this anymore!"
The chef immediately took off her hat and apron, threw them on the ground, and said fiercely.
"Do you really think you're something special just because you have a little money? Bah!"
The chef left.
"Hey, don't go..."
Aunt Xue quickly chased after her.
In the living room, only Tang Yu was left.
He didn't expect that just a soup would anger the chef who had been working for twenty years.
Thinking about it, getting up at four in the morning to go to the slaughterhouse, plucking pig hairs one by one, and massaging the pig trotters for an hour was indeed a tedious task.
When he drank the soup before, he only felt it was delicious and that his stomach felt comfortable afterward. He had never considered how difficult the process of making a soup could be.
And he himself, after drinking it, said those words to Tang Xiaomin.
If it were him, after working hard to satisfy someone's appetite, and in the end, he received cold words, how would he feel?
The chef had been angered away, and the family's dinner was in jeopardy.
Tang Yu suggested going to a hotel to eat and got ready to leave.
Tang Yu remembered that Tang Xiaomin hadn't come yet.
"Aunt Xue, go call Xiaomin."
Hearing this, Aunt Xue looked at Zhang Meiyu.
Zhang Meiyu said, "Don't bother with her. If we take her out and someone sees her, it will be embarrassing. Besides, she can cook herself, so she doesn't need to join us. Let's go."
Everyone seemed to agree with Zhang Meiyu and walked out directly.
Tang Yu thought for a moment and went back to call Tang Xiaomin.
"We're going to a hotel for dinner, do you want to come?"
Tang Xiaomin heard Tang Yu's words, slightly surprised, and followed him downstairs.
At this moment, Zhang Meiyu suddenly took out a thousand yuan from her wallet and stuffed it into Tang Xiaomin's hand.
"Go eat by yourself later, don't come with us!"
...
Tang Yu couldn't watch anymore.
"Mom, it's just a meal. It's just one more person and one more pair of chopsticks. It's not that serious."
Zhang Meiyu said coldly, "You don't mind, but I do. She brings me bad luck, and you all know that."
Zhang Meiyu almost died giving birth to Tang Xiaomin, and this had become a knot in Zhang Meiyu's heart that the whole family knew about.
Tang Yu had nothing to say about this and remained silent.
Tang Xiaomin looked at the thousand yuan in her hand, then at Zhang Meiyu and the others.
Zhang Meiyu hated Tang Xiaomin from the bottom of her heart. Tang Zhongcheng said nothing, and Tang Yiyi looked gloating.
This money felt like it was burning her hand.
"Ms. Zhang, you are truly kind to me," Tang Xiaomin said faintly.
In her memory, this was the first time Zhang Meiyu had given Tang Xiaomin money, apart from buying groceries, just to make her eat away from them.
Tang Xiaomin had the urge to beat this kind of biological mother to death.
The next second, Tang Xiaomin slapped the thousand yuan in her hand forcefully onto Zhang Meiyu's face.
Zhang Meiyu's face hurt from the slap, and she cursed her angrily.
"Brat, you dare to lay a hand on me!"
*Slap!*
A crisp slapping sound rang out. Zhang Meiyu's head tilted slightly from the slap, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Tang Xiaomin, you dare to hit me?"
Tang Zhongcheng saw this and quickly pushed Tang Xiaomin, glaring at her angrily.
"Tang Xiaomin, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it. What do you mean by resorting to violence? Are you showing off your strength?"
"Mom, your face is red," Tang Yiyi said with concern.
Tang Yu also said, "Xiaomin, you've gone too far."
Tang Xiaomin coldly glared at Tang Yu, and a dark mist flashed in her eyes.
Tang Yu was stunned by Tang Xiaomin's gaze and involuntarily felt a sense of fear.
Tang Xiaomin couldn't be bothered with them and left alone.
Under the night sky, her back looked lonely and desolate. Her black hair fluttered slightly, giving off a chilling feeling.
That feeling was like... a ghost...
Tang Xiaomin returned to her adoptive parents' home, her previous loneliness gone.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Her adoptive parents were just having dinner. The small dining table was set with four home-style dishes.
As soon as Li Changchun saw Tang Xiaomin return, his smile was irrepressible.
"Xiaomin is back, come and eat quickly."
Zhou Xiaolan beamed with joy, her crow's feet crinkling.
"Xiaomin, sit down quickly. Mom will stir-fry a few more dishes you like."
Tang Xiaomin sat down, and her adoptive father immediately served her a bowl of rice.
Tang Xiaomin had returned unexpectedly, and she had specifically looked at the rice cooker. She found that the amount of rice inside was the same as usual, clearly enough for two or three people.
Her adoptive parents were very thrifty and calculated the exact amount of rice needed.
Now, it seemed they had always prepared her portion.
She knew they were harsh on the outside but soft on the inside.
Tang Xiaomin felt a warmth in her heart. After finishing dinner with her adoptive parents, they chatted for a while.
Lying in her small room, Tang Xiaomin felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and peace.
In the middle of the night, Tang Xiaomin was suddenly awakened by Zhang Meiyu's phone call.
"Tang Xiaomin, your father had an attack. Where did you put his medicine?"
Tang Zhongcheng suffered from chest pain, which occasionally flared up. At such times, he relied on medication to save his life, otherwise the situation would be critical.
She thought of Tang Zhongcheng, and of Zhang Meiyu, and of the other family members of the Tang family.
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Tang Xiaomin didn't need to do anything. She just needed to hang up the phone, and Tang Zhongcheng's life would be in danger.