The family savored the fragrant sausages, ceaselessly praising how delicious they were, claiming they had never tasted anything so good.
Of the many sausages, Jinwa ate the most, probably one fourth of them. Old woman Qian was extremely happy to see her grandson enjoying them so much. She was uncomfortable watching Yixiu and Yiduo, who did not know to be modest and kept eagerly grabbing more sausages.
When only a small half was left, she tried to stop the two of them from eating more, but was too slow. By the time only a few pieces remained, everyone saw Old woman Qian glaring at Yixiu and Yiduo who were still taking sausages. Her hands trembling, she first placed two pieces on her son's plate, then shakily picked up the dish and poured the rest into Jinwa's bowl.
Jinwa looked at his pouting sisters and, with a smile, picked a piece for their family.
Yixiu felt quite resentful. It was her effort that had created these treats, after all. Old woman Qian was far too partial.
