But Axiang acted as if she didn't hear and just entered the kitchen.
Seeing Axiang, Auntie Zhao immediately became angry, "You haven't even split the firewood, with what will you start a fire?"
Axiang silently came out and picked up the hoe to chop wood.
Although before she was married, she often chopped wood at home, she was naturally frail. Chopping wood was hard for her, yet Zhao Datu just ignored it, still lounging with his legs crossed, sipping tea from his cup.
Meanwhile, Auntie Zhao and Second Auntie Zhao had already started chopping vegetables. Like in the village where the households had not divided, either each daughter-in-law took turns cooking for the day or they cooked together, but Second Auntie Zhao usually had a soft temperament and would help out even when it wasn't her turn.
Seeing Axiang chopping wood in the courtyard, Second Auntie Zhao hurried over, "Axiang, let me help you."
Axiang looked up at Second Auntie Zhao then shook her head, "No need, I'll do it."