Zhao Dongxiu came back, saw the red sweet potato rice, and after starving all morning, she couldn't hold back her temper anymore. "Wei Yuanchun, why did you cook red sweet potato rice? You know I hate it, yet you still cooked it. Do you not want me to eat?"
Yuan Chun served herself a bowl full of red sweet potato rice and mocked, "Yeah, I don't want you to eat. With that delicate mouth of yours, you refuse to eat even sweet potatoes. Which family doesn't eat coarse grains? Who can have white rice every day? You're lucky to marry my brother and have such a good mother-in-law like mine, who works hard in the fields for fine grains, doesn't eat it herself, and gives it all to you, her ungrateful daughter-in-law."
"You..." Zhao Dongxiu stomped her foot in anger and looked at Wei Yuanfang, "Wei Yuanfang, are you just going to watch your sister bully me?"
