Chapter 234: Repaying Mom’s Love
Pet King
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fina slightly opened its eyes, glanced at the 100 Yuan note indifferently and closed its eyes again, âI donât think that is a cat.â
Zhang Zian thought it would be interested in the story so he could show off his knowledge. Unexpectedly, Fina didnât buy it. He walked aside resentfully.
Richard was interested, flapping its wings and landing on his shoulder. It looked at the 100 Yuan note in his hand.
âJeff, is this all you are longing for?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Zhang Zian asked.
âYour goal in life. Is it all about RMB?â All of a sudden, the air turned extremely serious.
He said firmly, âNo way! My small goal is to get a pretty and wealthy girl! My big goal is to contribute to our great country. I am willing to give all my time and my kids⦠Of course, I have to find a girlfriend to make some children with firstâ¦â
Old Time Tea, who was watching the morning news, started nodding, âThatâs great!â
Richard shook its head quickly. âNo, no, no, Jeff. You misunderstand me. I meant, RMB is nothing. You will make US dollars following my lead.â
âUS dollars?â A beautiful green note came to Zhang Zianâs mind. The US dollar was the one and only currency the whole world was dying for.
âThat is right. US dollars! Bucks! Cash! Same thing! If you treat me right, I will assure you an abundant life!â Richard said confidently.
Zhang Zian looked around, and murmured to Richard, âWellâ¦â
âYes!â Richard confirmed.
âDo you know what I wanted to ask?â He was surprised.
âDidnât you want to ask if I can get you a white girl? Of course! Dollars will come and so will white girls.â
Zhang Zian was speechless. Although Richard was correct, Zhang Zian didnât expect it knowing whatâs in his mind.
I am that easy to read? he thought. It seemed that everyone, Sun Xiaomeng and Richard especially, could read his mind⦠How can I be friends with these people and animals?
âGood morning, Brother Store Manager!â A small kid ran in happily. It was Little Celery.
Today, one of Little Celeryâs ponytails was sitting down by a quarter of an inch. No one would pay attention to such details like Zhang Zian did. Her face was pink from running and her little hands in knitted gloves were tightly grabbing the two straps of her backpack.
âGood morning, Little Celery. Were you late yesterday?â he asked
âOhâ¦â Little Celery wrinkled her face and stuck out her tongue, âScary! I was almost late. As soon as I sat down at my desk, the teacher came in.â
âWell, youâd better pay attention today! Xiao Ling and Ear will be here. You can come anytime you want, but you cannot be late for school, okay?â He acted like a big brother.
âYes. I know!â she nodded heavily.
âGreat! You are such a great girl! I trust you,â He bent down and said to her, âNow, can you do me a favor?â
âFavor? What is it? I always help out at home!â She took off her gloves quickly and rolled her sleeves up, getting ready for some work.
Zhang Zian picked up her gloves, a pair in dark green showing the fingers. It was a good thickness for this time of year. There was a line of small words at the wrist area. He looked at it carefully under the light and it read âCai Xiaoqin, Class 3, 2nd grade, Binhai No.1 Middle School Subsidiary Elementary Schoolâ. The words were so tiny, he had to pay special attention to read it. Any normal person wouldâve thought that it was a line of decorative pattern at a glance.
âDid your mom make these?â he said as he returned the gloves to her.
âYup!â she replied shyly.
What a nice mother! Zhang Zian sighed.
âDid your mom put your name on your other clothes?â he asked.
âYeah. Here, here and thereâ¦â Little Celery pointed at herself all over. Her mom stitched Little Celeryâs name and school on hidden areas such as inside the pocket or at the corner. He also noticed that she was wearing a Childrenâs GPS watch.
âI told my mom there is no need to put my name on my clothes anymore, but mom was worried that I would get lostâ¦â Looking down at her own feet, her face turned red, âI am a grown-up! I wonât get lost. My friends donât have their names on their clothes anymore. Only me! Some annoying boys call me âMommyâs good babyââ¦â She said reluctantly.
Zhang Zian patted her head, âDonât let them bother you. They will regret laughing at you someday.â
âReally?â She raised her head.
âYes,â he said affirmatively.
âLittle Celery, I will teach you a poem. Maybe you already know it, but I am sure you feel differently today.â
Little Celery looked up to him and listened closely.
Zhang Zian slowly recited,
âNeedle and thread in doting motherâs hand,
Turn out garments for her son to roam the land.
She puts in more stitches as he leaves,
And frets that his homecoming may be moved back.
Who says the tiny inch-tall blade of grass,
Can repay the warm sunshine of spring?â
He knew nothing about broadcast and recitation, so honestly, he did a horrible job. He thought that Richard would laugh at him; however, it landed on his shoulder and listened closely. It was so quiet in the store that it was kind of awkward.
It was a short poem. It took less than one minute.
After that, Zhang Zian tried to recall if he had made a mistake. If Little Celery found the mistake⦠then it would be quite embarrassing. Fortunately, he did recite it correctly.
Bowing her head down, Little Celery started rubbing the words on her gloves as she listened. After a while, she looked back up and the sunshine was on her face again.
âBrother Store Manager, you did great! Better than our teacher!â she said.
âHa-ha, you are so nice! I know where I am with this but I appreciate your praise. Remember, I am most proud of my handsome face, not recitation.â Zhang Zian was embarrassed by Little Celeryâs praise but he decided not to show it. Instead, he made it into a joke.
âIt was the best! Our teacher didnât put any emotions when she reads poems,â Little Celery explained.
âReally?â Zhang Zian said, rubbing his own chin, âWhen I close my pet shop, I should get a teaching certificate. I have to teach high school where there are lots of pretty young girlsâ¦â
âStop it!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
A tall and skinny man with a ponytail was standing at the door. It was Guo Dongyue. He was looking at Zhang Zian with his hands in the pocket. They would be going to the bird breeding base to pick out some parrots today.
Zhang Zian turned to him, looking at this man trying to repay his momâs love.