"Good, good."
The old woman responded with two "goods" in quick succession.
Auntie Mei, who had just returned from the mountain with a bounty of wild berries to offer to her mother-in-law, overheard the last bit of the conversation between the grandmother and grandson. She couldn't help but feel unsettled.
What does it mean she's the strongest?
So what if she's the strongest? Does that mean she is destined to do all the work, to do everything?
"They're all useless ingrates, I won't serve them anymore!"
She muttered under her breath outside the courtyard gate. Such people don't deserve to eat the wild berries she picked. She would eat them with her child and not leave them a single one.
"Mom, Grandmother is asking you to work, are you going?"
Auntie Mei's son timidly raised his head, looking at his mother.
Sometimes he really couldn't understand. Clearly, his mother had him as a son, so why did she still have to cozy up to Cousin Que?
