The old lady hurriedly instructed her second daughter-in-law, "Second Son's wife, go cook more rice and steam more corn buns. Cook three more bowls of dough-drop soup too. Don't be stingy. If there isn't enough later, you won't get to eat."
"Sure, Mother."
The old lady was rarely this generous. How could He Shi possibly be reluctant to cook more?
She turned around and left the main room, preparing to make dinner.
Su Qiao felt a little embarrassed.
"Maternal Grandmother, really, there's no need. I've grown up now and filled out a bit. My appetite isn't as big as before. I only need half a bowl more than an ordinary person."
The old lady shook her head. "That won't do."
"Since you've come to your grandmother's house, you have to eat your fill."
As she spoke, the old lady pulled her granddaughter into her arms and gave her another vigorous rub.
"What a pitiful child. From childhood until now, you've never once eaten your fill. You're too thin-skinned to say anything, too. Aren't you making things hard for yourself?"
"And you—how many years has it been? You don't even know what's going on with your own daughter. What kind of mother are you?"
Zhou Lihua curled her lips. "Mother, how can you blame me for this? She never said anything herself. How could I know?"
This was getting a little too enthusiastic.
Su Qiao emerged from the old lady's arms with a helpless look and smoothed down her disheveled hair. "Maternal Grandmother, you can't blame my mother. I was too embarrassed to say anything myself."
"Sigh, child, how could you be so lovable?"
Old Master Zhou could not help reminding her as well, "If something happens in the future, you have to say so. Don't hide it, understand?"
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