"Even eating gold won't do." Cuihua glared at her.
The two of them were at a standstill for a moment. Lin Ling held up three fingers, "Three times." Then opened her palm.
Cuihua didn't soften her heart, and hit her heavily three times, lecturing her, "Why tear the books? After memorizing, you can pass them on to others. Look at how many children in the village have books."
"Your father..."
She paused, then corrected herself, "It's not easy for me and your Mr. Xu to run a stall, starting early and finishing late."
"I know I was wrong." Lin Ling's big eyes were filled with tears.
She looked just like a miniature version of someone.
Not a bit of it was from her.
Cuihua softened for a moment, but still said firmly, "Well, it's good that you know. Go wash your hands and eat."
"Okay, Mom, I'll get you a bowl."
Lin Ling washed her hands, tiptoed to the cupboard to get a bowl, and counted aloud, "One, two, three."
