Chen Qiumei had a short and irratable temper. After holding back for so long, hearing Xiaobei's words made her furious. "You're really growing tall and wild now, disdaining your own family. Which bride doesn't take things home from her mother-in-law's place? Look at how stingy you are. Who wouldn't feel resentful?"
Xiaobei chuckled, "Didn't you say that you gave birth to me? So, I obviously take after you."
Chen Qiumei was exasperated and glared at Xiaobei. She then turned and walked into the vegetable garden, saying: "What vegetables have grown in your place recently? The prices at the vegetable market are skyrocketing. We don't even dare to buy a few more. All we have are onions and white flour." Having said this, she entered the vegetable garden.
Xiaobei observed her through the grapevine leaves and didn't go to help. Chen Qiumei wouldn't let her help anyway, fearing that she would destroy the plants.
