Li Ye had to meet up with Lu Zhizhang and the others the next morning, so he got up early. But when he stepped out of his room, he found breakfast already laid out on the table.
That was the perk of having a mom.
Moms in China, whether their child was three months old or thirty years old, always worried about whether they had eaten when mealtime came around. And if the child skipped a meal, they would nag endlessly, asking question after question.
"Why aren't you eating? What's bothering you? The girl next door won't talk to you? Then don't talk to her either! Is that really such a big deal? Eat right now, or your old mother will make you!"
Especially once children grew up and had not shared a meal with their mothers for a long time, Chinese moms treated eating together as a pleasure—one no amount of money could buy.
Just like now. Fu Guiru had finished preparing the food long ago, yet she had not started eating. Instead, she sat quietly to one side, reading the newspaper.
Li Ye took a closer look and discovered that Fu Guiru was reading a Japanese newspaper.
So he asked, "Mother, you can read Japanese too?"
Fu Guiru replied calmly, "I'm learning as I go. If I don't understand something, I look it up in the dictionary. It isn't difficult."
"..."
Li Ye could not help twitching his mouth.
When it came to business talent, Fu Guiru might not have been among the very best. But her perseverance and resilience were something Li Ye could not help admiring.
At the very least, Li Ye knew that Fu Guiru could speak English, and spoke it exceptionally well. For a female militia member who had never encountered English before the