"Chen Hansui! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who's on the first page of the family book!"
Yu Jingting stepped back, picking up a basket from the stove.
There were more than ten eggs in the basket, wangled just now from Wang Cuihua.
"Drop the ax! If you don't, I'll smash these eggs!"
Yu Jingting made a gesture as if to drop the basket, waving it better than any ruffian.
In his anger, Yu Jingting didn't consider just how foolish his actions seemed, but when he later reflected on it, he wanted to die of embarrassment.
A true gentleman, reduced to using eggs as hostages in an argument – um, eggtages – where's the husbandly authority in that?!
Suizi, startled by his shameless behavior, could not speak. It was mainly because she really cared about those eggs. These days, aren't more than ten eggs a big deal?
The curtain at the east room door lifted, and Wang Cuihua rushed out with an angry look.
"Put that damn basket down!"
