"Grandma has plenty of good things, how could she care for these few raspberries from our family," Mu Shuangshuang replied casually to Mu Dashan.
Hmph, anyone eating her Mu Shuangshuang's things must catch her eye first, right?
With Old Mrs. Mu always looking like she wishes she'd die, would she foolishly give her raspberries to that old hag?
"Since that's the case, Dad won't eat them either, you kids go ahead," Mu Dashan, stubborn as he is, holds filial piety for Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu, so Mu Shuangshuang's sarcastic refusal didn't sit well with him.
Mu Shuangshuang sighed, thinking Mu Dashan had been too well-educated by the old witch, stood up to take the last earthen bowl from home, and poured half of the raspberries into it.
Though feeling a bit unwilling, she thought it over and decided since she had to go ask Mr. Mu for something, it would be better not to visit empty-handed to make it easier to get what she wanted.
