Mother Zhao thought that by threatening suicide, Zhao Cuinong would be terrified, but to her surprise, Zhao Cuinong showed no reaction at all.
Mother Zhao's eyes widened enormously, and then she said, "I'm going to jump off a building!"
"Go ahead," Zhao Cuinong took out her cell phone, "if you jump now, I'll call my dad right away, so he can come over to see you one last time tonight. After all, you're already eighty years old; you've lived a long life. Some elderly people don't even make it to your age."
"I, I, I!" Mother Zhao's face turned red with anger and she began to stammer, "I, I'm going to take poison!"
Zhao Cuinong smiled faintly, "There's an agricultural trade station near the market, and it hasn't closed yet! They sell Dichlorvos for 10 yuan a bottle, and if you're going alone, I'll call a cab for you."
If her mother were truly daring enough to take poison, Zhao Cuinong would indeed call a cab for her; she was not joking in the slightest.
