Chapter 297 What kind of look is that? Like looking at a stepmother

Chapter 297: What’s with that look? Like you’re looking at a stepmother.

At Uncle Mu’s place.

Auntie Zhong’s ears were almost calloused from Uncle Mu’s constant nagging.

"No way, it’s nearly a hundred bucks. What can't you do with that money? What’s the point of buying a radio? We're all at work during the day, and you'll be going to school soon. Are we just going to let it gather dust at home?"

Uncle Mu said, "To listen to foreign language tapes, duh! Zhengtu got Ah Hang a bunch of foreign language tapes. I heard we’ll have to learn foreign languages in middle school. I’m almost in fifth grade. If I don’t start listening now, won’t I be totally clueless later?"

Auntie Zhong was dismissive: "Ask around, how many kids in your class even have a radio at home? Isn’t it the same for everyone? If they can learn, why can’t you?"

Uncle Mu stomped his feet, frustrated: "It's not the same! Ah Hang’s so good, he’s already ahead. I can't catch up with him now, won't I fall even further behind later?"

That's right, Uncle Mu, always the runner-up, hasn't once outscored Fu Yuanhang since he arrived.

Auntie Zhong scoffed: "Whether you have a radio or not, you're still always the runner-up. Why should I waste this money?"

Uncle Mu was furious: "Auntie Zhong, I’m mad! I’m not talking to you anymore! If you won’t buy it, I’ll ask my dad and my brother. You can’t be so dictatorial!"

He knew Auntie Zhong was stingy and definitely wouldn't buy it!

Mo Gong and Mo Jiazhe got home at the same time.

The moment they walked in, they could tell something was off at home.

Uncle Mu couldn’t possibly be this quiet at home! Even Da Hei was curled up quietly in the corner, not daring to make a sound!

Father and son exchanged a look, silently agreeing not to say a word, and quietly washed their hands before heading to the kitchen to serve the meal.

"Dinner looks good tonight," Mo Gong said.

Auntie Zhong snorted: "Your son wants a radio. Tomorrow, it’s radishes and cabbage for us."

Mo Gong casually remarked: "Uncle Mu wants to buy a radio? You know, I just walked by Zhengtu’s place, and the story they were playing was pretty good. I even stopped to listen for a couple of minutes. It was something about Journey to the West.

After a day at work, having a radio playing stories during dinner would really be quite relaxing."

Auntie Zhong’s ears perked up: "Was it really that good?"

Mo Gong said: "Of course, they’re professional broadcasters, their voices are so expressive, and the stories they tell are naturally enjoyable."

Auntie Zhong wasn’t new to radio broadcasts, nor could she not afford it, but she was just used to being frugal. Shelling out a big chunk of cash all at once still hurt.

Mo Gong added: "Speaking of which, since we got married, we haven't bought any big items for the house. I think a TV is nice, but it doesn't pick up many channels. A radio might be more practical."

Auntie Zhong was shocked: "A TV? How much would that cost?"

Mo Gong said: "Zheng Yuantu’s family has one, doesn’t he? It seems to be a few hundred yuan, but the tickets are hard to come by."

"A few hundred?!" Auntie Zhong thought she misheard.

Mo Gong nodded: "Yes, a few hundred, and some additional accessories for receiving channels might cost a few dozen more."

"Don’t even think about it!" Auntie Zhong said, "It's not that I don't want to buy a radio, I was just thinking of waiting until Jiji gets married to buy it as part of the 'three rounds and one sound' for him."

Mo Jiazhe happened to overhear: "Mom, it’s okay, you can buy the radio first. Buy it early and enjoy it early. Whether you buy it early or late is the same. We just won’t buy a radio later."

Auntie Zhong glared at him: "How can new and old be the same, huh? Would the girl agree to that?"

Mo Jiazhe grinned: "If you don't agree, then I won't marry. Mom, Uncle Mu rarely wants something so badly, let's buy it for him. Deduct the money from my salary."

Actually, Auntie Zhong had already softened. Compared to buying a radio, she was more worried that Old Mo would quietly pull off a big purchase and bring home a TV, which would really infuriate her.

Auntie Zhong glared at Uncle Mu, who was peeking around the door frame: "What kind of look is that? Like I'm some wicked stepmother. Who am I saving money for? Isn't it for you two brothers? Alright, alright, we'll buy it, okay?"

Uncle Mu jumped out from the room and hugged Auntie Zhong: "Auntie Zhong, are you really going to get it for me? Really?"

Auntie Zhong was startled by Uncle Mu and lightly hit him: "Are you trying to scare me to death? You're all just little troublemakers..."

Despite her words, Auntie Zhong's hits were gentle, and her eyes were filled with a smile.

Uncle Mu hugged her tightly: "You're the best, Auntie Zhong, the greatest mom ever!"

Auntie Zhong looked at her younger son with mock annoyance: "Who was it that called me authoritarian? Who said they wouldn't talk to me?"

Uncle Mu shook his head: "You must have heard wrong, who would dare to talk to our Director Zhong like that? I'd beat them up!"

Mo Gong came out with the last bowl of rice, looking at the happy family, he smiled meaningfully, keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself.