Chapter 226 Encountering Mother He
Mother He recognized Mao Mao at a glance.
Previously, when Uncle Deng came to her wonton stall to cause trouble, this little girl suddenly appeared, brought a group of people to drive Uncle Deng away, and helped her a lot.
However, the girl came and went suddenly, and she didn't even have time to thank her properly. She only vaguely remembered that the girl was a "young lady of the Green Gang". Later, when she wanted to find her again, she couldn't even get into the Green Gang's gate, let alone know where to look for her.
I never expected to run into him on the street again today.
Overjoyed, Mother He walked up to Mao Mao and said, "Little girl, do you remember me? Last time, you helped me a lot here too."
Mao Mao greeted her obediently, "Hello, Auntie."
"Oh, hello, hello." Mother He warmly invited her, "Would you like some wontons? I'll make you a bowl."
People were not far from the wonton stall, and they could already smell the delicious aroma of the wontons wafting over.
Mao Mao sniffed, her eyes and mouth sparkling: "Mao Mao wants to eat."
The five mothers behind her exchanged glances and followed her to the small wonton stall.
Just then, a few guests left, freeing up a space. Mother He pushed two small square tables together, wiped the tables several times with a rag, and looked at everyone somewhat awkwardly.
She only realized her mistake after extending the invitation.
Today, her little savior was out with five ladies, each one beautiful and elegant, sporting trendy hairstyles, makeup, and expensive-looking clothes, not to mention the jewelry they wore. Such beautiful women should be in a grand hotel, not at her roadside food stall.
Xia Xiaoxiang sat down with her daughter, while the third concubine quickly took the seat on the other side of Mao Mao.
"One serving of wontons isn't enough to fill me up." The eldest aunt glanced to the side and said, "I see there's a pastry stall over there; I'll go buy some."
The second concubine asked Mao Mao, "Mao Mao, she just said you helped her a lot. What did you do?"
Mao Mao thought for a moment, then looked at her with a confused expression.
Mao Mao doesn't know.
Mrs. He, clutching the rag, quickly explained, "Last time, someone caused trouble for my stall, and this young lady helped me chase them away."
"Oh my god." The third concubine cupped Mao Mao's little face and affectionately rubbed her soft cheeks. "How can our darling be so brave and righteous? Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"
Xia Xiaoxiang also looked surprised: "That's right, I've never heard of it."
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao blinked, finally remembering, and said seriously with her little face, "They hit my brother."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "Which brother?"
Mother He: "It was my son. He was there that day too."
The first wife explained, "That little student is also a student at Haicheng Middle School. Before, Mao Mao mistook him for Asui."
The ladies suddenly realized what was going on.
So there's so much history behind it.
Mother He walked back to the stove, counted the wontons, and made six bowls, making extra on purpose.
The wontons have thin wrappers and tender fillings. They cook quickly in hot water, then are ladled into a large ceramic bowl, floating like veils in the broth. Topped with pickled vegetables, dried shrimp, chopped green onions, and other condiments, the bowl is a vibrant and tempting sight.
Mother He served the group of people wontons and said warmly, "You eat first, and I'll make more if you're still hungry."
Just then, the first wife returned carrying a large bag of food, which she spread out on the table; it contained everything imaginable.
Lunch was changed from a fancy restaurant to a roadside stall at the last minute, but Mao Mao's appetite remained undiminished. As soon as the wontons were served, she couldn't wait to grab a spoon and clumsily scoop the wontons out of the bowl.
The freshly cooked wontons were too hot, so she puffed out her cheeks and blew on them.
The wontons made by Mrs. He were delicious. The ladies held their spoons, chatting and laughing, and ate with great relish.
Lunchtime passed quickly; the wonton stall was bustling for a while, but soon only a table full of leftover soup remained. After busily cleaning up, seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Mother He brought out a plate of rice cakes.
"I made this myself," Mother He said shyly. "If you don't mind, you can try it."
The snow-white rice cake is topped with red dates and sesame seeds, and sprinkled with raisins, making it look very tempting.
Xia Xiaoxiang exclaimed in surprise, "Your cooking skills are really good!"
Mother He: "My son and his classmates love to eat it, so I often make it. The method is very simple, nothing special."
There wasn't much rice cake on the plate, so the six of them each took one piece and quickly finished it off.
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled as she ate: "I've eaten this cake before."
Mother He smiled and said, "I learned it from somewhere else, so the taste should be about the same."
Mao Mao nodded, eating without looking up.
It tastes just like the food that Fourth Brother would occasionally bring to Mao Mao after school.
The little girl's eating manners are adorable; her fair and tender breasts bulge out, and her cheeks twitch with each chew. Just watching her eat is enough to whet your appetite. And for a chef, having such a lovely and supportive little diner gives you an immense sense of accomplishment.
Mrs. He said gratefully, "Last time, I didn't even have a chance to thank you before you and your family left. Thank you so much."
"Mmm, Auntie, you're welcome."
"Yes." The second concubine pulled over a stool and invited her to sit down as well. "From what you've said, someone has come to cause you trouble. Oh dear, it's not easy for you to run a small stall all by yourself. When you encounter difficulties, we should all help each other out."
The first wife asked with concern, "Did those people come again after that?"
Mother He sat down, supporting her back, and shook her head, saying, "No, I haven't been here."
She had actually come once before, but her son's classmates called the police to arrest her.
After that, Uncle Deng and his gang never showed up again, and no other thugs caused any more trouble. Her little wonton stall also ran smoothly, and this month she even managed to save a little money to buy some paper and pens for Xiaoshu.
"Is your son still at Haicheng Middle School?"
"What a coincidence that the four of us are also students at Haicheng Middle School!"
"They might even be classmates."
The concubines chatted with Mother He, one after another, and quickly learned about her family situation.
Hearing that she was raising her son all by herself, Xia Xiaoxiang stroked Mao Mao's little head beside her and sighed, "That must have been really tough! You even raised your son to be a high school student? That's amazing!"
Mother He responded cautiously, observing the group of glamorous women before her.
These ladies were clearly from wealthy families, seemingly unapproachable, yet they were very down-to-earth. They didn't look down on her humble stall and were very welcoming.
Just like the little girl next to her, the mother and her daughters were all equally affectionate.
But aren't there too many people?
Mother He hesitated: "You are Mao Mao..."
Mao Mao: "They are Mao Mao's mothers."
Mother He: "Which one?"
Mao Mao said matter-of-factly, "Every single one of them is."
Mother He: "..."
Are there really that many children and mothers in the world?
That leaves only Mao Mao.
The ladies burst into laughter, echoing, "That's right, we are all Mao Mao's mothers."
"Five, all five of them."
Xia Xiaoxiang immediately said, "I am Mao Mao's biological mother."
The third concubine immediately chimed in, "Mao Mao also treats me like her own mother."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Mother He listened, completely bewildered.
The first wife asked gently, "How are you feeling?"
Mother He paused for a moment, her eyes filled with confusion.
The first wife said, "We met at the hospital before."
Mrs. He looked confused. That day at the hospital, she hadn't even noticed the mother and daughter beside her.
However, since it was mentioned that they met in the hospital and her health was mentioned, they probably already knew about her condition.
Mother He, supporting her aching back, nodded in agreement, "Much better, thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
The second concubine asked with concern, "You're sick? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, just a minor problem."
"Oh, you can't delay when you're sick; even a minor illness can turn into a major one."
Mrs. He nodded haphazardly, avoiding their gazes. The two ladies looked at her gently, not exposing her true feelings, but she felt as if all her little schemes had been seen through.
She turned her head and saw the little girl across the table, her chubby little face pouting as she looked at her. Her dark, grape-like eyes were clear and bright, full of concern.
"Auntie, are you feeling better?" Mao Mao asked with concern.
Mother He said hastily, "Okay, okay."
For some reason, she dared not meet the girl's gaze. It was as if all lies had no effect on her.
Strange, she's clearly just a four-year-old girl.
Mother He's eyes flickered with panic for a moment before she hurriedly said, "I...I'll go get you some more rice cakes!"
As she spoke, she suddenly stood up. The movement was so sudden that the pain intensified abruptly, feeling like countless sharp needles pricking her. She froze on the spot, her face turned deathly pale, and she almost couldn't even stand up straight.
"Why?!"
Her second concubine, who was standing next to her, was startled and quickly reached out to help her: "Are you alright?"
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