The dinner that evening, Xu Mumu had a bit of speechlessness; sure enough, the food was even harder to eat.
"All of you, what are you staring at? Eat up, I've cooked for quite a while now." Li Caixia glared at her husband and three children.
"Mom, what you made is so hard to eat." Little Xu Minglei, having no fear, directly stabbed a knife into his mother's heart with his words.
"Little brat, having something to eat is already good enough, and you're still complaining. Are you itching for trouble?" Li Caixia slammed her chopsticks onto the table, glaring at her youngest son.
"I'll cook tomorrow's lunch, Mom's already working hard enough with all the household chores." Xu Mumu said with a smile, watching her younger brother courting death; to avoid a spanking, Xu Mumu changed the subject.
"No way, we'll do it; what if your hands get rough? Your hands are meant for holding a pen." Li Caixia rejected outright.
