"What's a street rat?" Mother Chen asked in confusion.
"Hooligan," Chen Lijun considered for a moment, but using 'hooligan' to describe Yu Jingting seemed inappropriate, "That brat, you could say he's the local ruffian."
Using 'ruffian' to describe a man like Yu Jingting, who treated play as work and work as play, seemed most fitting.
Mother Chen's heart lurched, it didn't sound like he was a good person, did it?
Father Chen scoffed, his face said it all 'I knew it would be like this'.
"Following her useless mother, she brought this on herself. She deserves it."
It was less a criticism of Suizi and more airing of old grievances with Chen Lijun.
"How many times did I tell you before you went to the countryside? I told you not to pick a farmer. But you just wouldn't listen and gave birth to this…this…Ah!"
Chen Lijun raised a porcelain bowl filled with soybean paste over her head emotionlessly making Father Chen turn pale.
"It's from the Yuan Dynasty! Put it down quickly!"
