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"So what if I have a wrinkled face? Does a face full of wrinkles mean I'm not pretty anymore?"
Mai's mother gave Mai's father a disdainful glance, "Back in the day, I was the belle of our district."
"The problem is you've turned into tofu pudding now."
Mai's father said, unsparingly.
"Hmph, even if I'm tofu pudding, I'm still a flower; not like you, ugly old man."
"Yeah, no matter how ugly I am, this flower is still stuck on me, isn't it?"
"That's because I was blind back then; I should have married Xiaohuang."
"Uh huh, Xiaohuang has gotten old now. He had a stroke the year before last and now has a lopsided eye and crooked neck. You go marry him."
"You old coot..."
...
Watching her parents playfully quarrel after such a long time, Mai Xiaomai couldn't help but laugh.
Because of her, they probably hadn't acted this way in a long while.
The three of them returned home.
