The conversation at breakfast finally eased the old woman's worries. No longer downcast or troubled, she spun around, full of renewed vigor, and began to scold her daughter.
"What time is it? Why are you dawdling? Hurry up! If you don't head back to the county soon, Xiao Wen will be late for work."
Yuan Si muttered disdainfully to Xiao Furen, 'You see? Just look at her. She was just calling me her sweet, little girl, but the moment her son apologizes, she's so overjoyed she can't even tell which way is north.'
Xiao Furen gently put gloves on his wife's hands and pulled her toward the door. "Don't mutter to me. If you've got the guts, say it to the old lady's face."
"If I dared to say it to her face, what would I need you for?" The retort came smoothly.
Xiao Furen shot his wife a helpless look, and Yuan Si glared right back at him. 'Oh, it's on. Let's hurt each other. Who's afraid of who?'
"Well, thank you so much. I had no idea I was so useful."
