The wicked mother-in-law doesn't try to whitewash herself; she only abuses her awful children.

Chapter 86 Do you know who my father is?

After Tong Huaqiong finished eating and drinking and distributed the cake rolls, she found that only Gu Taohua was present at the table, but Man'er was nowhere to be seen.

So he asked Gu Taohua, "Where did Man'er go?"

Gu Taohua said, "I went to play in the yard with some children."

Children love to play, and there were quite a few children at the banquet, so it's normal for Man'er to play with them.

Tong Huaqiong thought about it and was still a little worried, so she left the banquet hall to go find Man'er.

"Give me the cake you're holding."

Beside an artificial hill, Tong Huaqiong heard the voice of a naughty child.

Turning to the back of the artificial hill, one can see a chubby boy in fine clothes snatching a cake roll from Man'er's hand.

Man'er naturally refused.

Ever since Tong Huaqiong decreed that the whole family should dote on Man'er, even Gu Yaozu dared not take anything from Man'er, let alone this strange chubby boy.

"No." Man'er refused without hesitation.

"You dare not give it to me?" The chubby boy reached out to snatch it.

Just as despicable as Gu Yaozu before, Tong Huaqiong was afraid that Man'er would be taken advantage of, so she quickly went over to protect Man'er.

Before she could even reach Man'er's side, Man'er reached out and pushed the chubby boy over.

The chubby boy fell hard on his bottom.

He had never been rejected or pushed by anyone before. The chubby boy was both angry and aggrieved. He sat on the ground and started to cry as if throwing a tantrum.

"Man'er".

Tong Huaqiong rushed over and pulled Man'er away from the place of trouble.

This chubby boy was dressed in fine clothes and looked like a noble young master. Tong Huaqiong didn't want Man'er to get into trouble.

When the chubby boy saw that Tong Huaqiong hadn't even asked him a question before pulling Man'er away, he immediately protested, stopping his crying and shouting, "Do you know who my father is?"

Tong Huaqiong sneered, "Who cares who your father is?"

Could he be the Li Gang of this era?
Anyway, she had figured out everyone in the Huang family. This chubby boy wasn't a member of the Huang family; he had come with his family to celebrate the birthday.

As long as it's not a member of the Huang family, Tong Huaqiong doesn't care who it is.

"I don't care who your father is. You dare to steal Man'er's pastries, so you deserve to be beaten. If you cry again, believe me, I'll drown you in the pond next to this rockery."

Tong Huaqiong gave Man'er a fierce threat, then pulled her away from the artificial hill and headed towards the banquet hall.

This child reminded her of Gu Yaozu, who had just transmigrated; the mischievous kid had to be given a shock.

If she weren't afraid of causing trouble, she would have grabbed him and given him a good whack on the buttocks.

As Grandma Huang's birthday banquet was drawing to a close, Tong Huaqiong, having fulfilled her mission by presenting longevity peaches and cake, had worked tirelessly for so long, enjoyed the feast, and made her way to her departure with her money.

She didn't want to cause trouble at this time.

The chubby boy stood up dejectedly.

Who is he? He is the only son of a dignified county magistrate, a little tyrant, yet he suffered a setback at the hands of that little girl and her grandmother.

Isn't this woman the one who makes pastries? She looks like she's from the village, yet she's not afraid of him at all.

He was absolutely furious.

No, he was going to complain to his grandmother. He wanted not only for that little girl named Man'er to apologize, but also for Man'er's grandmother to send him a basket of pastries. Otherwise, he would never forgive them.

When Tong Huaqiong arrived at the banquet hall, she saw that Old Madam Huang and the county magistrate's mother, Madam Han, were chatting together, surrounded by a group of people who were showing their support.

She felt awkward about interrupting and saying goodbye.

When Han saw Tong Huaqiong, she smiled and said, "Your pastries are delicious. They can't compare to any pastry shop in Pingchuan County. I'll order your pastries for my family's banquet another day."

I ate a lot of Korean-style pastries, but I didn't feel tired of them at all.

Tong Huaqiong said with a smile, "Please feel free to give me your instructions when the time comes."

Once the most powerful woman in the county spoke up, the other women naturally followed suit, all wanting to order pastries from Tong Huaqiong.

Tong Huaqiong happily told everyone that her peach blossom dessert shop was located opposite Su Shi Yuan, and welcomed everyone to visit. She also broadcasted the news that she was about to open a shop again.

"Grandma." With a wronged voice, Tong Huaqiong saw the chubby boy who had failed to show off his father by snatching Man'er's pastries burst in and buried his head in his magistrate mother's arms.

"What's wrong, my grandson?" Han Shi was heartbroken to see that her grandson's clothes were stained with mud and his hands seemed to be cut. She asked, "Who bullied you?"

Grandma Huang saw it too, and her expression changed.

If the magistrate's beloved son were bullied in her house, she would be the one who would lose face the most.

Just as I was about to ask what was going on, the chubby boy was drawn to the cake roll on the table.

The cake smelled just like the one the little girl had pushed over, and it made his mouth water. So the chubby boy, now a glutton, forgot about complaining and grabbed the cake roll and stuffed it into his mouth.

"He probably fell down while playing around somewhere." Han Shi didn't think her grandson had been bullied. Besides, who would dare to bully her grandson? So she signaled to her best friend, Grandma Huang, not to worry.

"You big fat grandson."

Just as Old Mrs. Huang was about to praise the magistrate's chubby son for being strong and blessed, the unexpected happened.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough"

The magistrate's chubby son ate too fast and choked on the cake, unable to cough it up no matter how hard he tried.

"Oh dear, Hong'er, Hong'er, what's wrong with you?" Madam Han was terrified and turned pale.

"Quickly, quickly, get some water," Old Mrs. Huang repeatedly instructed the maid.

When Tong Huaqiong saw the chubby boy snuggle into the arms of the county magistrate's mother, she understood the weight of the question, "Do you know who my father is?" Faced with the background of the county's chief son, the rural widow still cowered.

He quietly pulled Man'er out of the crowd.

She didn't want the chubby boy to point out that Man'er had pushed her down, which could cause unnecessary trouble.

As soon as I emerged from the crowd, I heard gasps of surprise coming from inside.

"What happened? Did you choke?"

"Quickly, quickly, send it with water."

From the flustered conversation of the crowd, Tong Huaqiong knew that the magistrate's son had choked.

"Oh no, it won't work, the water won't go in."

"What should we do?"

Suddenly, the magistrate's mother's voice, loud enough to lift the roof off, rang out: "Hong'er, my Hong'er."

Tong Huaqiong realized something was wrong, let go of Man'er's hand, and squeezed into the crowd. She saw that the chubby boy's face had turned blue from holding his breath, and the maids, led by Yuqin, were still trying to force him to drink water.

The county magistrate's mother, Madam Han, hugged her chubby son and wept.

Grandma Huang was trembling with fear. If someone were to die at her birthday banquet, she wouldn't be able to bear it.

This young master is clearly choking on cake; water won't do the trick!
Tong Huaqiong didn't remain a bystander any longer. She quickly pushed aside the maid who was trying to pour water, lifted the young master out of Han's arms, and used her first aid knowledge from her previous life to perform the Heimlich maneuver.

"vomit"

All the onlookers saw was Tong Huaqiong pulling the young master into her arms, giving him a good shake, and patting his back. The young master then spat out a pastry the size of a walnut from his mouth.

After the foreign object in the little boy's trachea was removed, he felt his breathing become smooth and burst into tears.

Like a survivor, Mrs. Han hugged her grandson, her eyes filled with tears.

Old Mrs. Huang looked at Tong Huaqiong with gratitude, as if she had survived a disaster. She was terrified. If it weren't for this woman, the magistrate's son would probably have died in the Huang family.

Even if she and Han were childhood best friends, it probably wouldn't be enough to withstand the magistrate's wrath.

"Thank you so much, sister." Han wiped away her tears, wishing she could become sworn sisters with Tong Huaqiong on the spot.

"You're too kind. The young master is very lucky; he will surely have good fortune after this." Tong Huaqiong said, indicating that she did not want to take credit for the job.

She had to save the magistrate's son. Firstly, such a young child was a human life, and secondly, the magistrate's son choked on her pastries. If he really died, the magistrate would investigate and her pastry shop would be out of business.

Both for public and private reasons, Tong Huaqiong had to save lives.

She was extremely grateful for the first aid course offered by the school, never expecting it to come in handy here.

Upon hearing the news, Master Huang staggered over and found that Liu Yanhong was alright. Those nearby told him what had happened, and Master Huang repeatedly bowed to Tong Huaqiong in gratitude.

(End of this chapter)