Mian throttled a piece of chicken with her chopsticks, put it on her rice bowl, then took a cursory glance at Tang Jiu, "Why aren't you eating? It's getting cold..." She spooned some rice with a little torn meat into her mouth, before chewing slowly.
"As long as you don't tell me everything, I'm not going to touch a single grain, not even water. Bible!" Tang Jiu held the topic with her rock-ribbed resolution, crossing her hands in front of the chest. Her words were no joke; she was a woman of her words.
Mian shook her head, stirring the rice lightly on the top, inside the bowl. "Okay, I will tell you, but first, finish eating." She conceded helplessly, knowing that she didn't have any way out of her mother's grasp apart from telling the truth.
Mian could never win against her mother, and there was no two ways about it. If mommy didn't get the answer she wanted, she would plague her baby daughter to the edge of the cliff!
