"You... you just always have to argue, fine, I'll go talk."
Liu Yimo stormed out in anger.
Outside, she was continuously comforting her mother, trying to put in a good word.
Ouyang heard it from the bed; he was talking with his mother about something.
"She's just like that, just don't listen to her. You do whatever you need to do, why bother with her?"
"I worked so hard to make a table full of food, and she doesn't appreciate it, fine, but still... if I didn't feel sorry for my grandson who might starve, I would have left long ago. Does she think I want to stick around here, looking at your faces? If I left, who knows how she'd ruin her health? Can't cook a meal, always going to work, wearing tight clothes, strutting around in heels. She doesn't act like a mother at all. Tell me, is this how a mother should behave? Always on the phone, or playing on the computer, with all the radiation, how can it be good for the child?"
She was getting angrier as she spoke.
