"Listen to this, listen to this! Is this even human language? What do you mean by marrying a dutiful wife? Did you marry a wife just to be dutiful to your mother?" Tao Ying immediately became displeased.
"Mom, isn't the purpose of getting a wife to carry on the family line and be filial to her parents?" Wang Baomin asked, puzzled.
"You'd better not get married, just stay single." Tao Ying was so angry she wanted to slap Wang Baomin, but then she remembered she was still sitting on the bicycle and gave up on this immature idea.
"Mom, according to you, would you be satisfied if I found an unfilial daughter-in-law?" Wang Baomin, emboldened by Tao Ying's retort, simply asked back.
"Whether someone is filial or not is not the only standard for judging a wife. I am your mother, not your wife's mother. If anyone should be filial, it should be you who should be filial to me, not your wife."
"A wife is the person who will walk hand in hand with you for life, build a new family with you, and support two large families. When you look for a wife, you should pay attention to the character and personality of her and her family. A girl with good character will show me kindness without your interference."
"The relationship between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is something that is built up over time. It takes ten years to see the mother-in-law and ten years to see the daughter-in-law. I didn't give birth to or raise her. Why should I expect her daughter to be filial to me from the start, just because I gave birth to a wicked son?" Tao Ying patiently explained to Wang Baomin.
Tao Ying is not Wang Baomin's biological mother, so she doesn't feel like her son has been taken away from her, nor does she care whether her son and daughter-in-law treat her well or not. However, she still wants to change Wang Baomin's ingrained mindset.
Women have it tough, especially women in the 1980s and 90s. Few women in that era were truly independent; most were bound by marriage.
Tao Ying didn't want to become that kind of woman, nor did she want her daughter or daughter-in-law to become that kind of person.
But I won't interfere too much in other people's lives.
“Mom, I’m not immoral. It’s Wang Baojun who’s immoral. He’s forgotten his mother as soon as he got a wife. I’m not like him.” Wang Baoming didn’t understand. He just felt that Wang Baojun should be brought up at this time.
"Come on, what nonsense! The idea that having a wife means forgetting your mother is all bullshit. It's just an excuse for being unfilial. How could someone as stupid as Zhao Shuangfeng possibly influence Wang Baojun? It's just that Wang Baojun is a selfish person. He's the wolf in sheep's clothing hiding in the shadows. Zhao Shuangfeng is just a stupid idiot being used as a pawn." Tao Ying rolled her eyes.
Men love to make excuses and always try to blame everything on women; this is a common flaw among all men.
"Then, isn't your sister-in-law a good person?" Wang Baomin felt confused by his mother's words.
"I didn't say she's not bad, I just said she's not as bad as your older brother. You have to be careful around your older brother. This kind of bad guy who doesn't have much ability likes to target the people around him." Tao Ying didn't forget to stir things up, since the two of them didn't have a very deep brotherly relationship to begin with.
"Don't worry, Mom, there are only four of us siblings in our family," Wang Baomin readily agreed.
It seems that Mom changed her mind after discovering Wang Baojun's wolfish ambitions. I must be more wary of Wang Baojun in the future. What if he uses sweet words to coax Mom back?
The mother and daughter arrived at the train station while talking. The train was delayed by half an hour. At this time, all the trains were big green trains, and delays of half a day were common.
Tao Ying was already prepared. "You go back to work. I'll wait here by myself."
"Mom, I'll stay with you. The announcements here aren't very clear, so you might get on the wrong bus," Wang Baomin said, still worried.
"Alright, stop dawdling. It's not like I can't read. Hurry up and go, or I'll yell at you in front of all these people," Tao Ying said sternly.
In the end, Wang Baomin couldn't persuade Tao Ying otherwise and left, looking back every few steps.
There were no seats in the waiting room, and the smell was terrible – a mix of chicken and duck odors, foot odor, sweat odor, and food odors.
Tao Ying took out a small, lightweight stool that she had specially made for her by a carpenter from her pocket and sat down in a relatively quiet spot.
Finally, the train arrived after a full forty minutes. When it came time to check tickets, it was as if zombies had been unleashed.
Tao Ying didn't even have to move before she was pushed and shoved out.
The situation was even more terrifying when they arrived at the platform. As soon as the train doors opened, the crowd surged out as if they had eaten too much and were vomiting. Some of the passengers below climbed up directly through the windows.
Tao Ying glanced at her legs and feet, then stood obediently at the door, waiting for the zombie army to push her up.
Tao Ying bought a hard seat, seat number 107 in carriage 16, which is the middle seat of a three-seater.
Moving with difficulty on the train, I almost stepped on the sleeping person under the seat.
After about twenty minutes, Tao Ying arrived at her seat like a blackhead that had been squeezed out.
Right now, sitting in my seat is an elderly woman who looks to be around fifty years old. She's holding a scallion in one hand, dipped in soybean paste, and a cornbread in the other, showing it off with a lot of chatter. She's talking to the person opposite her while she's showing it off, spitting everywhere.
Sitting with them were two young people in their twenties. Across from them were three men: a robust man in his forties, an elderly man in his sixties with gray hair, and a slightly refined woman in her early thirties.
The woman was wearing a Zhongshan suit, her hair was half-up, she had exquisite makeup on, and she was carrying a rather large handbag.
"Comrade, this seat is mine," Tao Ying interrupted the middle-aged woman who was talking loudly.
"Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours. Is your name written on it? I've been sitting here for a while, so this seat is mine." Hu Cuifen rolled her eyes and gave Tao Ying a disdainful look.
"Why don't you say the train is yours? You even rode on the same train! Why don't you say this guy is your man? You two even rode together!" Tao Ying retorted without any politeness.
"Damn it..." Hu Cuifen was so angry that she glared at Tao Ying, slammed the green onion on the table, and stood up to scold her.
The moment Hu Cuifen opened her mouth, Tao Ying grabbed a scallion from the table and stuffed it into her mouth. Taking advantage of the instant Hu Cuifen was gagging, Tao Ying pulled her out and sat down herself.
This scene made the two young people who had been enduring the older woman's behavior, as well as the young man in the next seat, widen their eyes in surprise. Sure enough, the only one who could defeat the older woman was another older woman.
"I……"
"Try uttering another curse word? Then it won't just be about the green onions anymore." Tao Ying spoke as Hu Cuifen took out the green onions, her eyes filled with fighting spirit as she looked at Hu Cuifen.
Tao Ying wasn't scared at all. She was still reminiscing about her battle with Li Caixia's mother. She specially brought a bottle of chili powder with her before going out this time.
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