Mom always pretended to be clueless on purpose.
Before my interview at a major tech company, I repeatedly told her not to come in, but she kept bringing me fruit and mooncakes.
I was immediately rejected by the company.
When I confronted her, my dad and brother took her side and accused me of being an ungrateful daughter who didn't respect her mother.
After I reluctantly gave in, I got a job at an ordinary company. Then Mom sold me to a wife-beater in exchange for a bride price.
I was beaten to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.
Looking at Mom, who knew Dad was allergic to seafood but had still painstakingly made seafood pancakes for him,
I thoughtfully handed the lunchbox to Dad. "Dad, these are Mom's homemade. You have to finish them all!"
