Bai Xiulan glanced at Old Mrs. Xu, who stormed into the room flinging the cotton door curtain aside, then at Xu Changqing, who followed her in with a smile. 'Are this grandmother and granddaughter at odds again?'
'My Changqing won again. No, no, that's not it. Why can't this child ever just humor her grandma a little? Things were perfectly fine outside just a moment ago; her grandma was so cheerful.'
"We're not taking any of this." Bai Xiulan put the can of soybean oil Old Mrs. Xu had brought over, still more than half full, back in its place. "This is for you and Dad to use here. We already have some at home."
'Why are the two of them—mother-in-law and daughter-in-law—sneaking glances at me? I'm not so stingy that I'd pack up every last thing from our old home to haul back to the family dormitory tomorrow.'
