rodgers white
Senior Member
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2016
- Member Type
- English Teacher
- Native Language
- Chinese
- Home Country
- China
- Current Location
- China
Hi there. Would you please proofread the following text? Any help would be appreciated.
*********************************************************************
Yang didn’t exactly ignore his mother’s hints to invite Qingmei over for lunch or dinner when she talked about cooking something special. He smiled, licked his lips, and said, "That's great, Mom”, or something similar.
Gan saw this behaviour a few times and decided to inject some common sense into the situation. “Yang, enough is enough. Stop torturing your mother, and invite the girl over for fifth-day dinner.”
Yang hadn’t realised how what he was doing might be affecting his mother, but his father’s words were like an epiphany. “Sorry, Dad. It never occurred to me, I’ll do as you ask. I’m meeting her tomorrow.”
His father said, “No, Son. You'll do it today, now. You'll go over to her place and invite her over formally by asking her parents permission.”
Yang thought of a few argumentative replies but spoke none of them. “Yes, Father. I'll go now.”
Gan looked at his son and shook his head. “No, Son. Clean yourself up and change your clothes first.”
Gan rarely spoke so harshly, so when he did, people took notice. Yang was no exception.
Before leaving, Yang talked to his mother to let her know what he was doing. His mother, her face lighting up like sunshine, told him to wait a moment, and went into her workroom. When she came back, she carried a beautiful hand-embroidered tablecloth she had made, and handed it to him. "It's customary to take a gift, Son. Now, off you go."
*********************************************************************
Yang didn’t exactly ignore his mother’s hints to invite Qingmei over for lunch or dinner when she talked about cooking something special. He smiled, licked his lips, and said, "That's great, Mom”, or something similar.
Gan saw this behaviour a few times and decided to inject some common sense into the situation. “Yang, enough is enough. Stop torturing your mother, and invite the girl over for fifth-day dinner.”
Yang hadn’t realised how what he was doing might be affecting his mother, but his father’s words were like an epiphany. “Sorry, Dad. It never occurred to me, I’ll do as you ask. I’m meeting her tomorrow.”
His father said, “No, Son. You'll do it today, now. You'll go over to her place and invite her over formally by asking her parents permission.”
Yang thought of a few argumentative replies but spoke none of them. “Yes, Father. I'll go now.”
Gan looked at his son and shook his head. “No, Son. Clean yourself up and change your clothes first.”
Gan rarely spoke so harshly, so when he did, people took notice. Yang was no exception.
Before leaving, Yang talked to his mother to let her know what he was doing. His mother, her face lighting up like sunshine, told him to wait a moment, and went into her workroom. When she came back, she carried a beautiful hand-embroidered tablecloth she had made, and handed it to him. "It's customary to take a gift, Son. Now, off you go."
Last edited:
