"If you didn't talk so harshly, you wouldn't be worried about those two kids bickering in private. Seriously, I'm telling you, you're in your fifties and still act like a child! You're not even as steady as Tianyu in my family. What a waste of all these years! Come here, help me out in the kitchen."
The person Mei Yifan feared most was Mei Yinan. Once Mei Yinan gave an order, she couldn't argue back and could only obediently follow her into the kitchen, rather than sitting in the living room to get scolded.
But saying she's not as steady as Fan Tianyu—now that really irked her inside. Fan Tianyu? He's just a veggie seller, for god's sake. At least she's got a legit job. How can you even compare them?
Yet, when it came time to speak up, she wisely chose to keep her mouth shut. After all, Fan Tianyu was the eldest sister's own son; say something wrong and who knows, he might really go for her.
