There's no point in getting angry without a solution.
"Everyone has their destiny, and worrying won't help."
Ruan Fangfang didn't like to hear Ma Mei say that, "That's because it hasn't happened to you. I just don't believe that, given your temperament, if An Hao one day took a dump on your neck, you would still tolerate her."
"Can you not disgust people with your talk? We're in the middle of cooking here, and you're talking about shitting," Ma Mei glared at her.
Hen Zhiyuan yelled from the living room, "Even cooking has to come with grumbling. What's there to talk about? Can we still have dinner? If I knew cooking was such a drag, I would have just eaten at the military canteen and come back."
"Alright! The dish is ready; it'll be on the table right away." Ma Mei responded, then poked Ruan Fangfang, who was standing beside and causing a ruckus, "You go set the table and serve the rice."
