Every time Yang saw something, she had to make a comment.
Seeing the bathtub, she shook her head, "This tub is small, not as big as the one at my mother's house."
Seeing the iron pot bought by Gu Yunjiao, "This pot isn't good, doesn't look sturdy."
Seeing the bowls and chopsticks, "Tsk tsk tsk, this porcelain is so coarse, won't it cut your mouth while eating?"
Mrs. Chen wished she could stuff her mouth with a rag.
Gu Yunjiao paid for the car fare, moved the last item into the house, then came out to stand at the door, glanced at Yang, and shouted, "Mom, Sansan, Liu Lang, haven't had lunch yet, right? Come and eat meat buns!"
Gu Yunjiao emphasized the words "meat buns."
Gu Yunjiao noticed that the adults and children standing in the yard all swallowed their saliva in synchronization.
She turned around and went inside, unwrapped a package wrapped in dry lotus leaves, and inside were plump white meat buns.
