Therefore, Old Granny Zhang stopped Mother Liu: "Big sister, I really don't like hearing that kind of talk. What's wrong with a girl being a bit wild? A bit wild, a bit like a tiger, that way she won't be bullied in the future! I think your Xiao Qiao is just fine, just like my Zhuzhu..."
Mother Liu looked at Wang Yongzhu, who was speaking gently around her daughter, and really wanted to ask, aside from both being girls, how were they alike at all?
It was then that Wang Yongzhu, looking delicate and graceful, stood up just like lifting the lid off a pot, effortlessly lifting the huge blue stone slab covering the yard's jar of home-cured game.
She even smiled and asked her own daughter, "Sister Xiao Qiao, is this the jar you were talking about?"
Mother Liu saw her own daughter's steps flutter, and she herself felt a bit dizzy: "Sister Zhang, am I, am I seeing things?"
