Unmoved by Hua's scolding, her son didn't pay the slightest attention and instead ogled the assortment of cooked foods in the refrigerator with greedy eyes.
Seeing this, Li Jiaoman chuckled, "Your son is in his growing years, and on top of that, he's exhausted from studying every day, so he's bound to be hungry all the time.
Your family isn't poor, so if the child wants to eat, just make it or buy it for him. There's an old saying, 'A teenager can eat his father into the grave,' after all."
With a resentful glare at her son, Hua said, "It's true, but this kid doesn't just eat; he's started drinking too. He's only in the first year of junior high, and already drinking. How long will this go on? You know, his father died because of drinking. If I don't put a stop to it, isn't he just following in his father's footsteps?"
Li Jiaoman nodded in agreement, then said to the boy, "Your mom's right, you know, drinking isn't good."
