Yang Meirong was not pleased with this proposal.
"How can I do that? Your in-laws are living with you."
"I have many rooms in my home. Mom, please come and live with us."
"No, no. Who'd live in their daughter's home? When I'm old and can't move around on my own, I'll live with Zhixin's family. After all, sons have the duty to take care of their parents. I raised Zhixin so he'll take care of me when I'm old. I won't be a burden to my daughter."
"But your daughter is richer than your son and I want to take the burden." Huo Mian chuckled.
"Still no. In our north, we don't have this tradition. I won't go. No. People will laugh at me. When the baby is born, I'll go and take care of you and the baby for one month, but I'll never live permanently in your home."
Like other elderly people, Yang Meirong was old fashioned and thought she should live with her son's family and people would laugh at her if she lived in her daughter's home.
