"Did I just ask you where you were injured? Why is there so much blood on your clothes?" Aunt Wang repeated her earlier question.
"Oh, the blood you're talking about, this afternoon Hei Zi came back, and I killed a chicken for him to take with him. Old age makes you useless, my hands didn't obey me, and I didn't hold the chicken properly, so it splattered blood all over me while it was flapping about." This time, the old lady answered immediately, without even a hint of a pause.
"I see, well, you need to be more careful in the future. Hei Zi too, how could he allow you to do it yourself? What if you got cut by the knife." Aunt Wang shook her head; this explanation seemed to make sense. Indeed, chicken blood could splatter everywhere when it's flapping.
"Girl, I'm full. Clean up and go back to rest," the old woman put her chopsticks on top of the bowl and spoke to Aunt Wang.
