Chapter 22： Clubhouse [One more] (Thinking that Jiang Yu just walked out of the clubhouse, father...) (1/2)
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After school, Jiang Yu came to the foot sauna club where Jiang Manyi worked.
This clubhouse belongs to the high-end class. The entrance is a retro Chinese-style courtyard. The hall has a ceiling height of more than six meters. It is magnificent and has a small bridge and flowing water sculpture. The style is elegant.
The young lady at the front desk saw Jiang Yu and said, ”Xiao Yu is here, looking for your mother. She has just finished. You are in the Yujing private room. Go there and look for her.”
”Thank you sister.”
Holding the insulated lunch box, Jiang Yu came to the Royal King Private Room according to the direction given to her by the young lady at the front desk.
Jiang Manyi and another aunt finished the guest’s sauna massage at the same time, and were sitting on the sofa in the private room to rest and eat fruit.
Seeing Jiang Yu standing at the door, Jiang Manyi was slightly surprised: ”My dear, why are you here?”
Jiang Yu put the insulated lunch box on the coffee table and said with a smile: ”Mom, I'm bringing you dinner.”
Jiang Manyi was flattered, and hurriedly pulled her to sit down and said, ”What kind of food, you are still a child, and you are so busy with your studies. Mom has working meals here. You don't need to bring meals.”
”I left school early today, and I went to buy some food when I had time.”
Jiang Yu was thinking about his dance practice during this period of time when he went out early and returned late. When he came back tired and fell asleep, his mother got off work very late, and the mother and daughter had too little time to meet, so he took the initiative to visit Jiang Manyi.
Jiang Manyi felt very heartbroken, and smiled and scratched her nose: ”So sensible, it seems that my mother must buy something for my good daughter for the bonus for the year-end evaluation.”
Jiang Yu hugged her arm and said coquettishly: ”Then buy me a pair of ballet shoes!”
”Anything except dancing shoes is fine.”
”Hey, forget it, I just want ballet shoes.”
Tang Qianqian, another female massage technician next to her, listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter, feeling a little bit sore.
Her daily massage therapy is not as good as Jiang Manyi, so she also seeks out some ”wrong ways”, such as adding ”other benefits” to male clients who seem less serious during the massage process.
However, even so, Jiang Manyi still scored the highest points in the annual year-end assessment.
Tang Qianqian can't bear with Jiang Manyi, not only because Jiang Manyi can get the assessment bonus every year, but also because she never does ”extra service” to the guests. It is a serious massage and eats by craftsmanship.
This made Tang Qianqian feel extremely unbalanced.
Why did she make such a big sacrifice, but the money she got was not as much as that of Jiang Manyi's serious massage.
Isn't it just because of your own beauty that male guests love her when they come?
It's all about betraying hue and pretending to be reserved.
”Man Yi, this is your fault. Your daughter likes ballet, you should support it.”
Tang Xiqian touched her newly made manicure, yin and yang said weirdly: ”It's not like our children, who concentrate on studying. Saying that my mother works so hard, we are poor people, we should recognize our identity and status, learn what art, and do well. Studying is the right way. She will graduate next year, and she won’t be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University. I really can’t do anything with her.”
When Jiang Manyi heard Tang Xiqian's words of praise and derogation, he was a little aggrieved, and said with a calm face: ”Everyone has aspirations. My daughter only likes ballet, and she may become an artist too.”
Jiang Yu knew in his heart that her mother didn't mean to support her dancing when she said this, but she just didn't want to lose her breath in front of her colleagues.
Tang Qianqian smiled and said, ”To study ballet? The tuition is not cheap. If parents who work like us want to support her, they have to weigh whether they have this strength, right?”
Jiang Yu made a calm face and stopped responding.
Jiang Yu smiled and said, ”Aunt Tang, what you said is wrong. My mother has already prepared the tuition for ballet, and she is very supportive of me.”
”Jiang Yu, auntie knows that you are sensible, but you can't open your eyes and tell lies. Although auntie is uneducated, she also knows that studying art burns more money. It's strange if your mother can afford you.”
Although Tang Qianqian had a smile on her face, what she said cut people like a knife.
She understands Jiang Yu's temperament. She has always looked down on Jiang Manyi's work. Hearing this, she must feel greatly humiliated.
However, Jiang Yu seemed to be an okay person, and wrote lightly: ”Aunt Tang, my mother is not like you. She relies on her own craft to eat. Although she doesn't make much money, she has a lot of people who come back for a long time...but there are many repeat customers. You are not the same. My mother can’t easily learn your'craftsmanship'. After all, you are a young man.”
”you…!”
Hearing Jiang Yu's words, Tang Qianqian blushed.
They are all mothers, and these ”humiliating” things she has done are a lot of jokes in the clubhouse.
Now even the little girl Jiang Yu dared to laugh at her!
Tang Qianqian was furious, got up and slammed the door and left.
Jiang Manyi poked Jiang Yu's head: ”Where did you hear the gossip, people are small and big.”
Jiang Yu grabbed Jiang Manyi's hand and asked, ”Mom, you just said, support me to dance, is it true?”
”I didn't say that!” Jiang Manyi immediately changed his mind: ”My position has never changed. It is a serious matter if you learn from me.”
”whispering sound.”