"What's the fuss about? That brat hasn't grown hands or feet? Is she planning to be the lady of the house, expecting everyone to serve her? Do you need me, an old woman, to personally serve that brat her meal?"
"Mom, I'll go myself, there's no need for you." Mu the Third waved his hand awkwardly, indicating to Old Mrs. Mu that he didn't need her help.
"Mom, it seems Shuang has become high and mighty, holding onto her illness all day, refusing to do this or that. Perhaps she really wants you to serve her." Mrs. Lin said, covering her behind, quickly chiming in.
"Pfuh, dreaming on. A lazy sow, deserved to starve to death. Anyone who serves her food today is against me, the old lady. Don't even think of eating food from the Old Mu Family again!"
"Shut up, or I'll send you back to the Liu Family." Mr. Mu glared at Old Mrs. Mu and shouted loudly, after which he addressed Mu the Third, who stood unsure of where to place his hands.
