The Zhang family's son really could not stand it anymore and could not help grumbling, "Such a little kid, such a big backside."
Hearing that remark again, Lin Dongzhe suddenly had a flash of insight and understood.
Even a little brat had some self-respect. He sprang to his feet and headed straight out. Still unable to swallow his anger as he reached the door, he turned back and declared, "You think you're the only ones with a TV? What's so special about that? I'll get my mom to buy one too!"
While the Zhang family dissolved into laughter, Lin Dongzhe went home in a huff to complain to Song Ying.
Song Ying and her husband had both gone to bed by then.
The factory beauty, who had always doted on her child and been fashion-conscious, had never put up with such treatment. She immediately sat up and declared fiercely, "You're not going to anyone else's house to watch TV again. Your dad and I will save up and buy our own."
Lin Wufeng sat up too.
Buying a television was no laughing matter in those days. With their household income, bringing one home would mean tightening their belts and living through a good long stretch of hardship.
Song Ying calculated, "We'll save thirty a month and buy one when we have enough!"
Lin Wufeng gave a wry smile without saying anything. Lin Dongzhe, meanwhile, grew excited.
Once his excitement had subsided a little, he suddenly asked, "Mom, Dad, was it really bad of me to keep watching TV at Grandpa Zhang's before?"
Still frowning over buying a television, Song Ying replied offhandedly, "What was bad about it?"
Lin Wufeng asked with mild surprise, "Why are you suddenly asking that?"
Lin Dongzhe scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly,