Chapter 3
A Three and Half Year Old Villainess (3)
Ever since then, Jiang Xiaoman never dared to talk about the system or the future anymore.
She had to figure out a way herself.
Jiang Xiumei carried her to school and started steaming baozis and mantous3. At this time, two other grannies had arrived, one was boiling soy milk, and the other was washing vegetables.
The ingredients for the mantou were already prepared last night, so she could steam them in the basket without taking much time. Jiang Xiumei was busy in the kitchen, so she let Jiang Xiaoman sit in the dining hall and play by herself.
She was a very good and obedient child who never made people worry. Sometimes, she could sit there all day long. Others say that Jiang Xiaoman was an obedient and sensible child who knew how to calm down. Only she knew that whenever she was being quiet, she was actually chatting with the system.
But today, she was really not in the mood.
The system was also very silent and did not say a word.
Jiang Xiaoman’s soft and white little face was wrinkled in distress. She didn’t know where her uncle was or what he was doing.
Grandma always scolded her uncle for never being at home and said that if she had given birth to a stick4 instead, even it would’ve been more sensible than him. But every time he came home, he would bring Jiang Xiaoman sweets and snacks that were only available in the city. Among them was something called chocolate that she liked very much.
Jiang Xiaoman loved him very much and didn’t want him to die at all.
“Grandma.” The more Jiang Xiaoman thought about it, the more she couldn’t sit still. She went to the kitchen and asked her from the door, “Why hasn’t uncle come back yet?”
When Jiang Xiumei heard Jiang Xiaoman mention her idiot son, she immediately sneered, “It’s better if he did not come back. Maybe he already died somewhere out there. Always hanging out with his no-good friends, maybe it’s better if he dies out there, it saves me from having to take care of his funeral. Hmph!”
Jiang Xiumei scolded him as usual. After she finished, she turned her head and saw that Jiang Xiaoman was crying very pitifully, and was blinking her eyes and looking at her. Her eyes were so watery, like grapes dipped in water, that they broke Jiang Xiumei’s heart.
“What’s the matter?” Jiang Xiumei wiped her hands and immediately rushed over to ask.
Jiang Xiaoman sobbed. “I, I don’t want Uncle to die, I don’t want, I want him to come back. Grandma, I saw Uncle in my dream. It was horrible, I, I want him to come back…”
The child was crying so pitifully that Jiang Xiumei could only say, “Okay, I won’t let him die. Just wait, after Grandma finished steaming these baozi, I will call your uncle to ask where he is.”
Jiang Xiaoman’s tears turned into a smile, and she kissed her Grandma.
There weren’t many students in the school, so naturally she didn’t need to prepare too many portions. Jiang Xiumei quickly closed the steamer and finished cooking.
She also became irritated when she thought of her unlucky son. When she thought about it, it was indeed time for him to come home. Jiang Xing had been gone for quite a while this time.
After breakfast, Jiang Xiumei took Jiang Xiaoman to the principal’s office to borrow the phone.
Jiang Xiumei was rather miserly, and there was no one to contact at home anyway, so she didn’t have a landline installed. But Jiang Xing was someone who followed the trends and fashion and bought a mobile phone before anything else. It was pretty convenient when you needed to find the person now.
After a few beeps, the call finally connected.
Jiang Xiumei immediately said, “Where are you, you stupid son5? Are you still coming home or not? Xiaoman misses you, where are you? Quickly come home to your mom!”
The person on the other side was silent for a while, but the one who replied was a female voice. “Hello, may I ask if you’re the patient’s family? Please come to the city hospital, the phone’s owner is currently being treated in the emergency room——”
T/N:
3. Both are types of buns. Baozi(also called bakpao) are usually filled, while mantous aren’t.
4. Calling someone a stick means they’re really stupid/insensible – she’s saying that he’s even worse than a literal stick
5. Literally, “turtle son”