The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: You Two Bastards, What a Pipe Dream

Tears welled up in Yang Jing’s eyes as she gazed at Shen Lu with a look of utter grievance.

Shen Lu took a deep breath and leveled her tone. "I’m disgusted with you, not for any other reason, but because you don’t value yourself. Self-respect is what makes a person worthy. If you constantly debase yourself, no one will ever treat you with genuine kindness."

Yang Jing pressed her lips together. "Little Deer, I... I don’t understand what you’re saying."

She had never been to school. Though she could read, that was the extent of it. Shen Lu’s words were too profound for her to comprehend.

Shen Lu felt like she was about to cough up blood from sheer frustration. ’Right, right, right,’ she thought. ’Now I finally understand the importance of an education.’

"Let me put it simply: you have to love yourself before anyone else can love you. If you don’t even cherish yourself, others will only look down on you even more. Do you understand?"

"Huh?"

A dense, impenetrable fog of confusion filled Yang Jing’s eyes.

No one had ever told her such things. Her entire life, all she had ever heard was that she had to be obedient—listen to her parents when she was at home, and listen to her husband after she was married.

She had to be good to her family, sacrifice for her family, put their needs first, and her own last.

Only then could she be a good daughter, a good sister, a good wife, and a good mother.

"Just think about it yourself." Shen Lu was afraid that if she said another word to Yang Jing, she’d pass out from sheer anger. She beat a hasty retreat to her own living quarters.

Yang Jing stood there in a daze inside the greenhouse for a while. Only when the world outside was pitch-black, without a sliver of light, did she slowly make her way into the sheet-metal house.

Liu Yaozu was still fuming because Yang Jing had eaten lunch by herself. He had slapped her earlier, but his anger hadn’t subsided.

"You have the nerve to come in here? What kind of selfish mother are you? Going off to feast by yourself and completely forgetting about your injured, bedridden son! Get out! I don’t have a mother like you!"

Liu Qiang’s face was grim. "You’ve really gone too far this time."

’Not only did she forget her son, she even forgot her husband. Just enjoying herself all alone while the two of them starved here.’

Yang Jing silently glanced at the two of them. She had already explained herself more than once, but they simply refused to believe her.

Yang Jing knew that unless she could get them some food today, the father and son would never forgive her.

But she also knew, with equal certainty, that she couldn’t get any food.

The next day, with a heavy heart, Yang Jing developed a high fever. She lay motionless in bed, occasionally muttering incomprehensible nonsense.

This only soured the father and son’s mood further.

Yang Jing was the only one who could get around, and they had been counting on her to provide them with good meals every day. Now that she was sick, their nice, hot meals were gone.

Liu Yaozu cursed her for being useless. Left with no choice, Liu Qiang had to limp to the front of the property to find Shen Lu.

Hearing that Yang Jing was sick, Shen Lu raised a surprised eyebrow, then grabbed a medical kit and headed to the back.

After checking Yang Jing’s condition, Shen Lu selected the appropriate medicine and gave it to her.

"Little Deer, how many days will it take for your mother to get better?" Liu Qiang asked.

"How should I know? I’m not a doctor." Shen Lu closed the medical kit. "If you want her to get better quickly, you should take her to a hospital."

"Why should we take her? She clearly got sick from working for you." Liu Qiang was unwilling to spend a single cent on Yang Jing. "You need to take responsibility for this."

Shen Lu didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry. "The sun’s out, the rain has stopped, and suddenly you think you’re hot stuff again, huh?"

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