After scolding him, she looked ingratiatingly at the old lady. "Ma, I'll keep an eye on him. I absolutely won't let him set his sights on the sweet-potato slices again."
The old lady shot her a warning glare. "These are supposed to be stored as food for the winter. If any more go missing, then once winter comes, you'll get half your usual portion at every meal."
Zhou Lihua watched the old lady walk into the main room, then took advantage of the moment to stuff the dried sweet potato in her hand into her mouth. Pouting unhappily, she said, "It wasn't me who stole them. Why are you cutting my food?"
"You ate them. You're eating them right now, so your portion has to be reduced."
Little Haozi rubbed his reddened hand and looked at the sweet-potato slice he had gone to so much trouble to steal, only to have it end up in his old mother's mouth. He was furious.
Little Four, what kind of people are these?
They actually caused such a commotion over a single piece of dried sweet potato.
Although Su Qiao had already reached the main room, with her keen senses, she knew everything that happened behind her.
You should take a look at what kind of person you are!
Do you really think your own description would be any better?
If your memories hadn't been sorted out yet, you definitely wouldn't be able to say something so disdainful.
Su Qiao had a bad feeling.
Someone who could steal coal and exchange it for candy probably—maybe, perhaps, possibly—wasn't going to be a very good person either.
The old lady sat on the edge of the kang and looked at the old man lying unconscious on it. Her heart ached with worry. "Danie, your grandfather...