"Mom, I have no good qualities in your eyes..." Ye Meifang gazed discontentedly at Ai Yuehong, "Why can't you learn from Grandma and pay attention to my good points?"
Ai Yuehong retorted: "What good points do you have?"
"For example, I write nicely with a pen and sing well, aren't those good points?"
Ai Yuehong looked at her daughter with disbelief: "Your handwriting looks like dog scratches and you call it good? As for singing, can you sing a song with twists and turns for me?
Xiao Fang, Grandma praises you because she likes you, seeing everything good in you. You can't confuse praise with reality."
"Are you upset because I'm close to the kid?" Grandma Ye looked moodily at Ai Yuehong, "We don't come back often in a year. She spends some time with me, and you're unhappy?
The house isn't short on help with chores. It's not like the family can't function without her. Do you think I'm too blind to see the truth, that you resent me keeping her from helping you make dumplings?"
