"Lu Yi, come over here," the lady reached out to her son as if she was calling a puppy.
Lu Yi walked over and stood in front of the woman.
"Too tall, bend over," the lady pinched the muscles on her son's waist. She found that his body was as hard as a stone, just like his old man, Lu Yuan. She wished she could have had a daughter.
Lu Yi bent down, and his mother pinched his face with both her hands.
Then she smeared his body with snot and tears.
"Lu Yi, why weren't you a daughter? Why weren't you my sweet padded jacket?" his mother asked. "All I ever wanted was for you to be as beautiful as the little golden silkworm, and your grandfathers would have been happy. Your grandfather scolded your uncle and me because we did not give him a granddaughter, and he said the Feng Shui in the house was the reason for why no baby girl was born for a hundred years."
Right now, the TV zoomed in on the worm, Lu Yi's eyes twitched.
