At this time, Liu Wei still really liked Xia Zhitao.
He was afraid that if he hurt Xia Zhitao's mother, he would be discovered and wouldn't be able to deal with the situation.
“Brother Wei, I’ll do the work, just rest assured.”
Haozi chuckled and went out to gather his brothers.
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Xia's mother's real name is Qin Xueliu.
She is not a native of Jiangbei.
19 years ago, she met Xia Zhitao's father who was working in Qinhuai City. The two gradually fell in love and then she married to Jiangbei City.
After marriage, they had a daughter, Xia Zhitao.
Both husband and wife are good-tempered and live a happy life.
But the good times didn't last long. While working, Xia's father's thigh was caught in a machine.
Medical conditions were not well developed at that time.
In the end, Father Xia died young due to severe blood loss.
Because the place where I work is an unlicensed factory.
When someone died, the boss just ran away.
Poor Qin Xueliu, her husband died and she didn't get any compensation while raising her three-year-old Xia Zhitao.
As a woman from Qinhuai City.
Qin Xueliu not only speaks the pleasant Wu dialect.
Her temperament also has the traditional feminine toughness and gentleness.
After her husband passed away, she did not remarry.
She raised her young daughter alone, taught herself to make breakfast, and managed to raise Xia Zhitao.
During this period, there were countless people who were willing to raise Xia Zhitao as their own daughter, only asking Qin Xueliu to remarry.
But they were all rejected one by one.
Fifteen years passed like this.
Now, Xia Zhitao has finally grown up and is about to take the college entrance examination.
Qin Xueliu was very pleased, and she felt that she had done her duty to the spirit of her late husband in heaven.
Today is Saturday.
Xia Zhitao is on vacation.
As usual, the mother and daughter went to the market to sell breakfast.
Qin Xueliu kneads dough, fries dough sticks, makes fried pancakes, and boils soy milk.
Xia Zhitao helped her mother by fetching water, washing dishes, and greeting guests.
Because Qin Xueliu is so beautiful, she is known as the Breakfast Xishi in the market.
Many people are happy to come here for breakfast.
So business has been pretty good all along.
"Business is pretty good today. We've made 12 yuan in just a short time since we opened the stall. If we keep doing this, Xiaotao, we'll have enough money for your 500 yuan tuition."
In 1993, university tuition fees were generally between 300 and 500.
This is only half term.
The average working class family can still afford it.
But for Qin Xueliu, it was really too difficult.
This is all she can do to help Xia Zhitao.
Xia Zhitao had to work part-time to earn her university living expenses.
“Ahem~”
Qin Xueliu coughed lightly twice.
He has been working from dawn to dusk selling breakfast these years. Although he still looks as young as he did, his health is deteriorating.
Seeing her mother coughing, Xia Zhitao quickly put down the bowl, wiped her hands on her apron, and came over to support her.
Xia Zhitao said distressedly: "Mom, why don't you take a rest and let me fry the dough sticks."
She felt that her mother's health was getting worse and worse because she had been breathing too much cooking fumes over the years.
Qin Xueliu endured her fatigue and smiled to comfort her daughter: "I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Besides, these guests are used to the breakfast I made. You little girl just learned it not long ago, they will be picky."
Xia Zhitao knew that her mother looked weak, but she was very independent.
I could only sigh and go wash the dishes again.
But she secretly vowed in her heart that she must get into a good university, find a good job, and let her mother live a good life.
Qin Xueliu wiped the sweat from her snowy forehead.
There was a trace of flour on her pretty face.
Somewhat cute.
However, when she looked up and saw a group of thugs walking towards her breakfast stall.
His face changed.
I still remember clearly the last time my stall was smashed by a group of thugs.
What she fears most now are these gangsters.
"Business is good."