Chapter 520: Simple, Crude, but Effective
My mother's birthday is the third day after Qingming Festival, so she celebrates her birthday during the Qingming Festival every year.
In the past, preparing gifts every year to please my mother was a headache for me.
This year is different. I suddenly came to my senses and decided to just let things take their course as far as gifts are concerned.
No matter what I buy, my mother will always think that my gift is not as satisfactory as the one given by Deng Sisi.
Two years ago, I spent a month's pocket money to customize a lot of materials and made a handmade photo album. I carefully selected photos of our family of three over the years. Under each photo, I wrote down the memories of that time and what I wanted to say to my mother.
This photo album took me a lot of time, but in the end, Deng Sisi just bought a box of imported chocolates in the mall, and my mother praised her to the sky, saying that this brand of chocolate tasted the best and that she put a lot of thought into it.
She didn't even finish looking at my photo album before just putting it on the coffee table.
While Deng Sisi was pouring juice, she 'accidentally' spilled it on the table.
Now the photo album has been thrown into the corner of the basement storage room by my mother.
Last year, I saved money for half a year and picked out a bracelet made with 3D printing and nanotechnology at Chow Tai Fook. Although it was a bit thin, it was very exquisite.
I gave the bracelet to my mother with great joy. She was very happy at that time and said that I was thoughtful and the bracelet was very beautiful and she liked it very much.
I was so happy to get her approval.
But when Deng Sisi saw the bracelet I gave her, she immediately looked ashamed and said that she didn't have much pocket money and the gift she prepared for my mother was not presentable.
In fact, the pocket money my mother secretly gives her every month is no less than mine, and my aunt also gives her some.
If I hadn't asked my dad for money so often, she would have had more pocket money than me.
But my mother didn't think so. She always felt sorry for her little girl who was afraid of being seen in public, and immediately comforted Deng Sisi that she would like whatever she gave her.
Deng Sisi then shyly took out a box with a silk scarf inside, and said that she had specially asked her classmate's mother to bring it from Suzhou.
I studied fashion, so I naturally know how to distinguish common fabrics. The sheen of that silk scarf was too dazzling, and it almost had a mirror-like effect under the light. It was obviously not the soft and natural sheen that real silk should have.
So I casually said that the glossiness was like acetate.
My father has been in the clothing business for more than ten years, so he could naturally tell at a glance that the scarf was imitation silk.
So he didn't think much about it and said that Sisi's classmate's mother might have been cheated and this piece of silk was not real silk.
This really stirred up a hornet's nest. Not only did Deng Sisi's eyes turn red, but my mother was also unhappy. She said that my father and I were talking nonsense and always targeting Deng Sisi.
I didn't say anything at the time, but my dad is usually a good-tempered person, but if someone dares to question his professional vision, he will fight to the end.
So, as we looked on in shock, my dad used a lighter to light a corner of the scarf, then twisted the burnt black lump and showed it to my mom.
That’s right, he used the simplest and most brutal way to prove that the scarf is made of chemical fiber.
Then he proudly said that he had never made a mistake. At first, I was secretly happy because my dad had embarrassed Deng Sisi.
But it didn't take long for me to feel happy anymore.
Deng Sisi lost face and ran to the yard and cried for a long time. In order to compensate her, my mother actually gave Deng Sisi the bracelet I gave her.
It turns out that all the money I saved for so long was spent on that damn green tea girl!
I was so mad that I cursed all three of them in my heart, and even cursed myself.
Why should I tell you the truth? Chemical fiber materials are not skin-friendly and have poor moisture absorption. If my mother likes it, let her wear it. I'm not the one who feels uncomfortable.
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