"We've talked so much; we're thirsty and hungry now. Go and make lunch. Don't be stingy with the cured meat—if not for your own family, who else would you save it for?" The old woman walked straight into the house, acting as if she were already the mistress of the place.
Xiaoying blocked her path with an outstretched hand, expressionless, "Uninvited guests, what kind of guests are you? Hungry? Then roll back to your house to eat. Even beggars don't show up in droves like this."
"Xiaoying, do you know what you're saying?" The old woman became furious upon hearing this, "Do you no longer see me as an elder? Even with your father gone, I can still discipline you!"
Xiaoying laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke, "What are you to discipline me? Did you mix up your face with your backside, showing it off so proudly? Asking for this and that, are you running out of money for your coffin?"