"Brother, do you think we're in the countryside? You can be as rowdy as you want in the countryside, but can you do that here in Beijing? What kind of standing does our Wu Family have? Don't you remember when the four of us were children? We would sit prim and proper in the main hall, without making the slightest commotion!"
With Wu Xiaowen staring him down, Wu Xiaoyang opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words. He could only wave his hand at the children. "Stop arguing, all of you! Just watch TV!"
But the children paid him no mind, crying out one after another in protest. Wu Meiting even threw an orange at her father. Not only did Wu Xiaoyang not scold his daughter, he chuckled, peeled the orange, and ate it.
Wu Xiaowen looked at him with utter exasperation. "Brother, it's wrong for you to indulge them like this. No wonder you have no authority. You and your wife—you know how to have children, but not how to raise them. You don't act like parents at all!"
