
After Reporting My Mom's Breakfast Stand Twenty-seven Times, She Became the Most Beautiful Mother
by Sliding To The Foot Of The Slope
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My mother's breakfast stall is a living symbol of this street. She relied on it to put me through college. But I reported her twenty-seven times in a row, ranging from waste oil to being short of weight. My neighbors all called me a white-eyed wolf, and my mother even broke my legs in public. The reporter came to me and said, "Your mother works from dawn to dusk all because of you, why do you insist on destroying her job?" I clutched the medical certificate in my hand: "Do you dare to check my mother's purchase order, just like how many pork bones she buys every day?" "As long as you dare to live broadcast the verification, I will admit that I am an animal." But the reporter went to check, and my mother's pork bones consumption was clean. She cried to the camera and complained about my unfilial piety. That night, I became the scolded wolf on the Internet, while my mother was hailed as the "most beautiful mother."
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