The group discussed the fight for a while longer.
"Heh heh," Ms. Zhang chuckled. "When it comes to fighting, who's tougher than their auntie? She loved a good scrap when she was little." Her words made Mrs. Yang flush with embarrassment.
Mrs. Wang laughed. "Ain't that the truth! One time, she pinned down Shugen from our village in a paddy field and beat him black and blue. From then on, he'd run the second he saw Cuizhi—that's Mrs. Yang's childhood name. I ended up having to smooth things over with Shugen's mother, and it cost me a whole basket of eggs!"
Juhua wanted to laugh when she heard this, but she was afraid of embarrassing her mother, so she suppressed a giggle and dashed off to the kitchen.
'She'd never imagined her own mother had such a glorious past!'
'It's good to have a strong mother. She can protect her daughter and make sure she doesn't get bullied. This fight with Liu'er's mother is proof of that.' For some reason, Juhua's heart felt more settled than ever.
