"Su Xiaoxiao, get out here!"
Zhang Guifang stood fiercely at the door, left hand on her hip, and a half-meter long rolling pin in her right, looking like a ferocious character straight out of a stage play. "You shameless little wretch, how dare you report my black market dealings and almost get me killed!"
Liu Cuilan was busy cooking in the small kitchen and walked out with a ladle in her hand and a half-skinned potato. "Your words are too harsh, she's still your niece, Xiaoxiao."
"Pfft, I wish I didn't have such a jinx for a niece!"
Zhang Guifang rolled her eyes, spitting as she spoke. "Get that damn girl out here now. I need to have a good talk with her today."
Her voice was so loud that it scared a hen in the yard, which ran straight into the nearby coop.
Liu Cuilan, usually good at hiding her temper in public, turned as dark as a pot's bottom at the repeated "damn girl" and "jinx". "Second Aunt, what proof do you have that Xiaoxiao reported you?"
