"You're trying to kill someone, you're trying to burn me to death," Lady He jumped up and down, about to grab Lian Xiuxiu, but turned around to see Lady Zhou watching her, so she had to bear with it, "Mother, look, why is Xiuxiu so heavy-handed?"
"Xiuxiu, tend to the fire properly," Lady Zhou commanded, then turned to Lady He, "Old Second's wife, can't you just wait quietly to be served? You lazy woman, always shirking your work, I've never seen you eager to help in my life. What mischief are you up to now? If I let you tend to the fire, I'm afraid you'll burn through my pot. Go do whatever you're supposed to be doing and stop getting in the way."
Lady He, having tried to curry favor and failed, dismayedly left the Upper Room and stood at the door, knocking her shoes against the threshold; she was wearing cloth shoes, and the tips had already burned through, revealing two holes, and even through her socks, her insteps were reddened from the scorch.