Qian'e placed the bowl of noodles on the coffee table sulkily. Old Madam Qian took advantage of the moment when Qian'e bent down to slap her.
Qian'e lost her balance and fell to the floor. Her arm was cut by the glass shards on the floor and the bowl of noodles also got overturned.
Old Madam Qian started scolding her again.
"You useless thing! What's the use of feeding me these lousy noodles! Are you going to starve me to death since there's nothing in it at all!" Old Madam Qian shouted.
Qian'e sat up from the floor with difficulty. Blood was still flowing down her arm. She looked at Old Madam Qian coldly and said, "This is all we have at home. Take it or leave it."
