"Mom, why'd you bring Little Si along?" Li Yuan'ai was a little unhappy, thinking of her mother arriving with a tag-along.
"What about it? I came here to cook for all of you. If I'm here, who's going to cook for your little sister back home? All you think about is yourselves. Did it ever occur to you that with me gone, your sister would starve?" The old woman was immediately displeased by her daughter's tone.
"Little Si is ten, isn't she? A girl that age still can't cook? It's because you spoil her rotten," Li Yuan'ai said dismissively.
"Hmph. Your youngest is already fourteen, and he still wouldn't know to pick up an oil bottle if it fell over." 'No child was better than her own Little Si.' That was something the old woman firmly believed.
"How can you compare them? Mine are sons," Li Yuan'ai retorted matter-of-factly. 'How could sons and daughters possibly be the same?'
