Yang Chuxia grumbled and turned her head to see her younger sisters, Yang Xiayun and Dongxue, still discussing whose mouth would taste better. She rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen.
"Mom, do you need any help?" Noticing Ms.Wang was still cooking, Yang Chuxia asked.
"No need, there's not much left to do. I'll just finish this last dish and make some soup," Ms. Wang replied while stirring her wok.
"Oh"
Yang Chuxia nodded and stood in the kitchen for a while, but seeing there was nothing for her to do, she went to the courtyard.
Ms. Wang finished the last dish and the soup, then called the children to come to eat.
For some reason, the sisters Yang Xiayun and Yang Dongxue were picking on Yang Chuxia.
They were determined to get to the bottom of the "mouth" issue.
"Sister, is your mouth tasty?" Yang Xiayun asked.
