"Qingtong!" Yang Chuxia suddenly looked mischievously at her younger brother, laughing, "Now that you're not going to school, don't you miss your tearful classmate?"
"Why would I miss that crybaby?" Yang Qingtong rolled his eyes in response.
"So you really don't miss him at all?" Yang Chuxia asked again.
"Sis, you're so annoying!" Yang Qingtong said and ran away.
Yang Chuxia looked speechless at the now distant Yang Qingtong, "This little brat, he's really itching for a beating, daring to complain about me being annoying!"
Ms. Wang shook her head at the bickering siblings and continued slicing the potatoes in her hand.
"Mother, how much have you got done in the past few days?" Yang Chuxia looked at the thinly-sliced potatoes, which were all uniform in size.
"We've sliced several bags, all dried and ready for frying," Ms. Wang replied while continuing to cut.
"What about the potato strips?"
Xiu'er, the young maid, said, "Miss, we've also sliced several bags of potato strips."
